I nodded. “So now I’m all yours for the evening.” I glanced at the board. “And apparently, we’re playing Monopoly. That wasn’t on my To Do list for tonight, I must admit.”
He chuckled. “I’ll bet. Don’t worry, we’ll get to more… physical pursuits later.”
I grinned. “So there’s hope for me yet?” I stepped closer, eyeing the stacks of cards. “Where’s Community Chest?”
Cameron tilted his head and gave me an innocent look.
Yeah,waytoo innocent.
“Right there.” He pointed to the board.
I arched my eyebrows. “I don’t recall Community Chest being written with a Sharpie.” I took another glance. “Oh, would you look at that. So are the Chance cards.”
“Think of them as… special.” Something wicked threaded through the word. Then he bit his lip. “We don’thaveto play.”
I paused, exhaled, then shrugged off my jacket. I joined him on the rug, cross-legged on the other side of the coffee table. “Okay. One game.”
I needed to decompress after hours of slaving away over a hot laptop anyway.
Cameron’s grin was all kinds of evil. “I’m the banker. And I guarantee one game will not be enough.”
I had a feeling he was right.
The first few turns were normal. I bought Mayfair, and set my sights on Park Lane. Cameron rolled doubles and crowed as if he’d won the lottery. We bickered about rent, about rules, about which was the best piece, the boot or the Scottie dog.
Then I drew the first Community Chest card. I flipped it over—and blinked.
Hold eye contact with your opponent for thirty seconds. No talking.
I laughed. “That’s it?”
Cameron reached down to the floor and pulled up my egg timer. He twisted it. “Starting now.” His gaze was warm and unhurried. There was no pressure or expectation.
It was as if I was bathing in his gaze. It felt wonderful. Thirty seconds passed without me even noticing. Then the timerpinged, and I looked away.
“Thank you.” There was no mistaking the sincerity in Cameron’s voice.
I coughed and picked up the dice. “Okay, back to the game.” Except I landed on Chance.
Cameron grinned. “Ooh, now what?”
The first one had given me confidence that I could face whatever he’d concocted.
“Let’s find out.” I picked up the top card, turned it over, and the breath caught in my throat.
Bank error in your favour.Collect one slow kiss—redeemable anywhere, anytime.
Okay, this is more like it.
I flashed him the card, then crooked my finger. “I’d like to collect it now, please.” I patted my lap. “With you sitting right here.”
Cameron’s eyes twinkled. “Oh, I think I can do that.” He got up, walked around the chest, and straddled my lap. I cupped his nape and drew him down into a lingering kiss. He started a slow grind, and I moaned, feeding the sound into his mouth.
“Fuck.”
Cameron rolled his hips, and I could feel his hard dick against my belly.
I swallowed. “This is… fighting dirty.”