Kiss and Tell(3)

Her body disagreed. Before she could make her legs stop and turn her around, she was standing beside the stranger’s table, directly between the blond and the brunette.



“Excuse me…” She forced a smile onto her face as her voice trembled. Leaning closer to the brunette so he could hear her over the music blaring from the speakers on stage, she continued. “I was just wondering if you would mind answering a couple of questions for me?” Willow was grateful for the few small sips of the drink that she had been able to get before she left the table. Of course, if I had known I’d be playing their crazy game, I’d be on my third drink by now.



When his clear blue eyes stared up at her, she felt her knees quiver. God, he looks even more delicious up close. Willow felt a blush creep up her cheeks when his full lips curved into a devastating smile.



“Not at all,” her target replied as the blond sighed audibly and took a sip from his drink.



“Are you married?” He shook his head, an amused smile on his face. A wave of relief washed over her. Now she just had to hope her luck held out. “Do you have a girlfriend?” Again, his answer was no. “Are you gay?” she asked quickly, the words coming out so fast she hoped he hadn’t quite heard her question.



Thankfully he didn’t ask her to repeat the question. Instead he once again shook his head, though one eyebrow did cock up and his smile dimmed a bit. She took a deep breath in relief.



Time for the next step.



“May I join you?” Willow fought the urge to nervously twist her hair. She was too old for those coy schoolgirl tricks. Clasping her hands behind her back, she attempted to resist the childish temptation. Waiting for his answer, she wished she had taken the time to style her long hair rather than leaving it to hang freely.



“Of course.” Her gorgeous prey sounded intrigued and slightly amused.



The guy’s friend laughed as she lifted her leg and straddled the guy’s lap. Her guy looked even more intrigued. His hands rested on her hips and she was thankful he hadn’t pushed her off his lap. She’d seen it happen occasionally to Mary and Roxy and knew she’d be humiliated if it happened to her.



She knew she would get teased for this particular decision when she returned to the table. The rules only stated that you were required to sit on the man’s lap; nowhere did they specify how you had to sit on the man’s lap.



But since this is the only time I will ever play this game, why not follow Roxy’s suggestion and have a little fun? I had a hell of a day, and maybe I do feel like playing after all.



“My name is Willow,” she said, finally introducing herself.



“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Seth.” His voice was deep and came out almost like a purr. His hands remained on her hips, caressing her, teasing her ass with their slight touch.



“I was wondering if you would mind answering just one more personal question for me…”



“Come on Seth, there will be enough time to play after we talk,” the blond complained. “Just ask your new friend to come back in about twenty minutes.”



“Jason, relax. There will still be plenty of time to talk about business in a few minutes. How often do I have the pleasure of having a beautiful lady sit down on my lap?” Seth spoke to the other man without taking his gaze away from her. He adjusted her body until she was pressed firmly against him, as intimately as possible while they were both still fully dressed. The move sent a shock of desire straight through Willow’s body. Moisture pooled between her legs.



“Do you really want me to answer that? Because I believe the answer is last night.”



Willow felt another blush creep up from a combination of the other man’s remark and the hot look Seth was giving her. He looked as though he wanted to devour her, and she had a feeling she would enjoy every second of it.



“What would you like to know, sweetheart?” Seth was clearly ignoring his friend.



Now that the time had come to ask him her question, she felt more than a little embarrassed. She wanted to explain what was going on. To tell him that it was just a game. But it was against the rules.



Leaning closer to his ear, Willow wanted to hiss with pleasure as her nipples tightened deliciously beneath her shirt when they brushed against his hard chest. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the spicy, sensual smell of him. It reminded her of sex. No, she corrected herself. He doesn’t smell like just any sex… He smells like passionate sex, the kind that makes you wonder if you’ll ever be able to walk again. And not care if the answer is no…