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He stands up and makes a big show of slowly undoing his pants before he pulls them down. He’s not in boxers today; he’s in briefs. And the shape of his cock protruding is huge.

I look away and eat some crisps as he sits down again. “Seems like you’re going to win if I’m not careful.”

“I always get what I want,” I say with a smirk before I blush. I make it sound like I want to see him naked. I’m such an idiot.

He smiles and hands me the deck to shuffle and deal. I try not to gawk at him too much as I hand the cards out and pick up my five. I win again.

I wait with bated breath, but the scoundrel takes his socks off instead. I can’t help the giggle that escapes my lips.

“Thought you’d won, didn’t you?” he says. “Not today.”

“Oh, I am winning today,” I say, a little flustered. “You’re still more naked than I am, and you’ve only got one item of clothing left.”

“Are you excited?” he asks with a low voice.

I blush. “To beat you? Of course, who wouldn’t love kicking your ass?”

He shifts again, and his muscles ripple.

I deal the next hand, and we play. It’s a quick game. I lose.

I take off my tracksuit bottoms, and I’m left in my socks and underwear.

“You know it’s unfair because you have an extra item of clothing that I don’t. Your bra.” He deals the next hand, and we start to play.

“It’s not my fault you’re a man,” I tease him.

I feel a bit hot with the fire keeping us warm. It’s a slow, long, calculating game before finally we show our hands.

“I win!” I exclaim. “I win. I win. I win.”

He sighs and stands up, unabashedly pulling his briefs down and standing in front of me naked. My glee in winning is momentarily lost as I look at the mammoth cock now in my line of sight.

“You win, remember?” he jokes with a low chuckle.

Suddenly, the room feels too hot, and I stand up. “We should get dressed. No, no, in fact, I need a shower. A full shower. Alone.” I look at him. “That’s not a problem, is it? I mean, there’s no exit out of the bathroom except through that door that I’m sure you’ll guard with your life.”

He’s still naked. I can’t help but notice he ‘manscapes’ before I look away again. He pulls up his briefs, thankfully, and then, for the first time, I see him take out his phone and look at it.

“Yeah, you can have a shower.” He looks at me. “Alone.”

Chapter 11 - Arseny

When I glance at my phone, I see about twenty missed calls just from Kervyn alone. I’m in trouble if I don’t contact him soon. Shit, I’m probably already in trouble.

I glance at Elena and offer her a hand up. As she gets up, I pull her against me, every inch of our bodies touching. There’s a heat coming off her that makes me fight to keep control of my own body. “You want to shower alone? No cuffs?”

“Yes,” she says, but she doesn’t try to pull away from me. I shift my leg, and it rubs against her crotch. I can feel her damp panties.

She’s breathing hard as she looks up at me. “You don’t scare me,” she murmurs.

“I should,” I say. “You don’t know what I’m capable of.”

“I know you don’t beat women, so I’m safe.”

“For now,” I say quietly before I lower my head.

I kiss her lips gently, unable to resist. She returns the kiss, putting her free hand on my chest. I can taste our dinner on her tongue as I push mine into her mouth, making her moan softly. I press my crotch against her, and then she pushes against me, wanting to move back. I release her slightly but still keep her close.

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