CHAPTER 3: Adrian
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CHAPTER 3: Adrian
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Adrian couldn’t keep his gaze off that woman’s ass. She wore a short, black and red dress that hugged those large, round cheeks like a second skin. Her butt was perfect for his hand and she needed a spanking more than any woman he’d ever met. He shifted slightly, giving his rising c**k some room.
“Hey Adrian, I didn’t expect to see you tonight.” Desiree stopped beside him at the bar. “I thought your family was having a big to-do for your first Christmas home?”
“They are but that’s tomorrow.” His eyes drifted to the woman with the honey-brown hair and those suck-me lips.
“I’m glad you’re here. I need some contestants for my game.”
“What are you doing up there?” He pulled his gaze away from the woman, who now sat on the other side of the bar, and glanced at the stage.
“It’s the Mistletoe Game and I need you”—she tapped his arm—“to play.”
“How do you play?”
“I’ll explain the rules when the couples get on stage.” Desiree smiled, her eyes mischievous. “I promise, you’ll enjoy it.”
“Sorry, but I’m single tonight.”
“That’s perfect because partners are chosen at random.” She held out a bag. “Pick a chip.”
“I’m not into games, especially ones where I don’t know the rules.” With his luck he’d end up tied to a spanking bench while some Domme beat his ass and that was so not his thing.
“It’s La Petite Mort Club. The rules are consent and pleasure.”
“Sounds fun but—”
“Please. Ethan isn’t thrilled that he agreed to let me do this. I need people to participate or it’ll be the last time he lets me coordinate an event.”
“He has had a bit of a stick up his ass lately.”
“So, you’ll play?” She stared at him hopefully.
He sighed. He was a sucker for a woman in need, but after growing up with six sisters he’d learned how to negotiate. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll play if you make sure she’s my partner.” He nodded at the woman across the bar.
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