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"Got any...fours?"
Jake chuckled, low in his throat. "Go fish, honey." He paused. His sweet-faced girlfriend was still the picture of brown-eyed innocence, even when she was sitting across from him in her tiny plaid, pleated skirt and a sheer, peach colored bra. "And I'll take your…panties." The thought of her being bare under that sexy skirt made his mouth go totally dry.
This strip go-fish game had been her idea. He'd decided that they should wait to have sex — he didn't want to rush her. But she did like to tease him a little bit.
So confident that Charlie had taught her well, she declared he didn't stand a chance to beat her in poker. And he couldn't really trust her not to rig the deck — his girlfriend was one sly kitten. So she'd suggested Go Fish, which he was pretty good at since he played with his nieces whenever they came for a visit.
As she squirmed in her seat, not moving to take off whatever she was wearing under that skirt, Jake prodded her. "Well, let's go, honey. You set the rules, after all. Put your panties on the table."
Bella grinned at him, a saucy little smirk made even sexier by the slight blush it brought to her face. She got up from her seat and walked around the table, reaching out for his hand and bringing his palm to her lips for a sweet kiss. She uncurled his fingers and placed his hand on the inside of her thigh. "I'm not wearing any."
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