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sweet scent of vanilla filled my nostrils. The soft skin on her forearm aligned with my arm. I placed my other hand on her hip, leaning in closer until I was flush up against her. The back of her head leaned into my shoulder when I placed my lips close to her ear. Goosebumps pebbled her skin as I whispered, “Ready?”
    Wordlessly she nodded, her panting the only movement she made. I drew our hands back and forth in a rocking motion. “When I count down to one, let go. Three, two, one.” We released the dart and it flew into the air hitting the double points of the outer ring.
    “See?”
    “Well, that was all you,” she protested.
    “Okay, you do it now. Just like I showed you.” I handed her another dart, and she looked at me nervously.
    Mimicking the same rocking motion with her hand, she counted down from three. My eyes focused on her slim hips as they swayed in sync with her hand. The motion of her ass slightly moving back and forth was hotter than her sucking on a small cocktail straw. I continued to blatantly stare, with my arms folded across my chest. At the count of one, she released the dart and it hit the wood paneling beside the board.
    “Oh my God!” she gasped. Her eyes nervously flew over to where Mugs was standing a few feet away.
    “Don’t worry about him,” I whispered, closing the distance between us. “Not bad.”
    “Not bad? That was awful.”
    “At least you hit the same wall that holds the dartboard. Do it again.” I handed her another dart and watched as she repositioned herself. Smiling over her shoulder, she repeated the ritual, barely landing the dart on the board in the outer ring.
    “Yay! I did it. How many points is that?”
    “None.”
    She spun around with her hands on her hips. “None? I hit the board.”
    “The outer rim is zero points.”
    “Well, that’s not fair. You should get something for hitting the board.”
    “Yes, you’re right. I’ll give you a point for that.” I removed the dart and asked, “Ready to play a round?”
    “Sure! I’m a pro now. I hit the board,” she boasted. “But I can’t beat you. I’ve seen you in action.”
    “Okay, I’ll give you five points for each throw you land on the board to my one point.”
    “That’s a pity deal,” she accused with a smile.
    “Beginner’s deal.”
    “Okay, you’re on. What are we betting?”
    Upon hearing the word “betting,” Jase’s head whipped in our direction as he claimed, “I get a cut!”
    “Take a hike, jackass,” I threw back, causing him to scoff.
    “Winner reveals what they want at the end. Ten rounds.”
    “Deal,” she said, thrusting her hand toward me to seal the terms.
    Instead of staring at our handshake, my eyes were glued to her fabulous tits; I wondered how they would feel pressed up against my shirtless chest.

Chapter 3
    Nick
    “Wow, even with the point advantage, you wiped the floor with my ass.”
    Her analogy firmly put the vision of her ass in my lusty thoughts. It’s an absolute miracle I hit the board at all. The way she moved her hot little body around, trying her damnedest to play well, caused my brain to constantly remind my body to heel.
    The game went fast, too fast. I tried to slow it down in an attempt to prolong our time together so I could continue to stare at her and memorize every inch of her. Maybe, so I could also continue to fantasize that our entwined naked bodies were writhing on my bed.
    I never had foreplay fantasies before. A daydream that can be seen as clear as day even with your eyes wide open. With any woman I’d been with, the act itself was the foreplay. The groping, touching, grinding was what riled me up to the point where my subconscious could take me to a more exotic place. Just thinking of the act with Angela had me as aroused as if she’d unzipped my jeans, dropped to her knees, and swallowed me whole in the middle of The Dump.
    Jase interrupted my foreplay thoughts and asked, “So, what’s your prize, Nick?”
    Angela, on