Page 92 of One Night with Number Nineteen

“Saw—”

I shove them down, along with my underwear.

She gasps and falls silent.

I’m not a man who’s unused to being naked, but seeing her mouth fall open, her cheeks go pink, her gaze glued to my body…

Yeah, I fucking like it.

Grinning, I murmur. “What do I owe you, Pages?”

A blink, her mouth snapping closed. “Not fair,” she mutters. “You’re there looking all gorgeous and I can’t even touch you.”

“Well, I’m not the one who ordered me to get naked.” Unable to stand it, I wrap my hand around my cock and squeeze.

“You’re the one who’s standing there, all naked and hard and”—her breath catches when I stroke—“tempting and untouchable.”

I watch her lips part on a shaky breath, say softly, “The feeling’s mutual, babe.”

Her gaze comes to mine. “So, are you going to pay up?”

If I was able to actually think clearly, that might have sent a thread of worry through me—how could I possibly pay up? But I’m not thinking clearly, so I just order, “You’re going to get naked too.”

“Oh?” Her brows lift. “Why’s that?”

“Because we lost tonight and I owe you.”

“Hmm,” she says softly. “Me getting naked is for my benefit?”

“Absolutely, Pages.”

Her gaze drops to my hand, which is still wrapped around my cock…then she smiles. “All right, handsome. I’ll get naked.”

Now I’m the one who’s choking.

Because her phone is being propped up and her shirt is tugged off over her head and, holy hell, she must have the best tits on the planet.

“Take off your bra, baby.”

A pause, her fingers drifting over her chest, sliding down toward the simple cotton that may as well be the sexiest skimpiest lace for how my body reacts. Then she slips beneath the material and I watch her nipple bud and press against the fabric.

“Let me see you.”

Her fingers slide out and up along her chest, her throat…her lips.

Dipping into her mouth.

My dick twitches. “Pages.”

“Tsk. Tsk,” she says, that glistening finger sliding free. “This is your punishment.” It slides down her chest, over the tops of her breasts, pushes the fabric of her bra down.

I groan when her tits spring free, then again when she traces her finger around her nipple.

Then the other.

Her breath catches and she moans softly. “I wish you were here.”

Fuck, I’d give just about anything to be able to teleport right about now.