He took another step toward me.

I took another back.

His eyes sparkled…right before he lunged at me. I yelped and laughed as Hollis bent down, leaned his shoulder into my belly, and lifted me up and into the air in a fireman’s hold. He swatted my ass while I kicked and giggled.

“I couldn’t help it. You look so cute in pink.”

Hollis marched out of the bathroom and maneuvered his way down the hall. “You like games, do you? I’m all for it, but it’s my turn to pick the next one we play.”

I continued to laugh as he walked us into my bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. In one fluid motion, he lifted me up and off his shoulder and brought me down across his lap so I was bent over one of his knees.

He applied firm pressure to my back when I tried to get up.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I told you. It’s my turn to pick the game.”

My head hung nearly to the carpet, and I had to crane my neck to look up at him. “And what exactly is this game? Because I seem to be bent over your knee with my ass almost exposed.”

Hollis smirked. “Oh yes. Let me rectify that.” He lifted the hem of my short, silky robe and exposed my entire ass. “Now we’re ready to play.”

I probably should’ve felt nervous in such a vulnerable position, but instead I felt kind of turned on. Hollis’s wicked grin was so damn sexy, and I loved how powerful and in control he looked right now. Only this man could rock a pink, furry robe.

“Let me up,” I said.

He ignored me. “My game is sort of like Jeopardy—except you don’t get points for correct answers. You get smacks for getting things wrong.”

“You’re out of your mind.”

“First question: favorite body part on your master, Hollis?”

“My master?” I scoffed. “Gee, let me guess, would the right answer be his dick?”

Hollis swatted my ass hard enough that it stung. He made a playful buzzing sound. “Bzzzt. I’m sorry. You failed to use proper form. The correct answer is What is Hollis’s dick?”

I snorted. “You’re insane.”

“Next question. When Hollis takes a bath or shower next time, what will you give him to dry off when he’s done?”

I couldn’t help myself. “What is my red silk robe?”

He swatted my ass again. In the same exact place, and a little harder.

“Ow!”

“Bzzzt. Incorrect answer. Did I fail to mention that like Jeopardy, the stakes go up as you answer?”

“Let me up, you nut job!” I tried to sound pissed, but it’s impossible to pull off when every word comes out of a smiling mouth.

“Final question. This is worth double, so pay close attention.” He paused and smoothed his hand over the part of my ass he’d smacked. “Will you ever screw with Hollis again?”

I braced for it this time. I actually wanted to feel his big hand on my ass again. “Yes! Yes! I definitely will!”

His hand connected with my ass in two swift smacks. The first one stung, but the second was hard enough that it would definitely leave a handprint.

Yet I wasn’t pissed off at all. Instead…

I was hornier than hell. Again.

Hollis lifted me to standing. He still had that gleam in his eye as he sat on the bed, watching to see what I’d do, how I would retaliate. But I didn’t want to get even; I wanted to mount him. I was practically dripping and oh-so turned on. I took a step back so he could have a full view and slowly untied my robe and let it fall to the floor. Turning around, I bent over enough to rest my hands on my knees and pushed my ass out so he could get a good look at his handiwork, then gazed back at him over my shoulder.

I watched his pupils dilate as he stared at where he’d smacked. The spot was warm, so I figured he could probably see the entire outline of his hand raised in a bright red welt.

He gaped and swallowed. “Jesus Christ. That’s fucking hot.”

I couldn’t agree more.

I turned back around and tilted my head coyly. “It’s my turn to pick the game now, right?”

His eyes jumped to meet mine. Hollis was smart. He wasn’t sure if I was screwing with him again.

“That depends on what you have in mind.”

I opened my legs and straddled his knees as he sat on the bed. Licking my lips, I smiled. “My game is ring toss. Guess who’s gonna play the part of the stick?”***Hailey was coming back soon. She’d kept in touch with Hollis to let him know what time they were leaving Block Island so he could pick her up when she returned. It had worked out pretty damn amazingly well that we’d had a whole night together alone, and didn’t have to rush this morning. Hollis had done some work from my place, but for the most part he’d taken the day off—though he was currently standing in my dining room, talking to his partner on the phone. He looked over at me as he spoke.

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