Page 9 of Lip Service


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I roll my eyes. “Fine. No betting.”

He shrugs. “Either way, I’m signing your brother. Plus…”

Now I’m the one looking at him with concern. “What?”

He shrugs again. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll take your bet after all.”

“What do you mean?”

“Depending on what you’d be willing to give me when you lose the bet, well, I might be willing to take the chance. I know what I’d ask for.”

When I say nothing (I’m too busy imagining all the things he’d ask for and all the things I’d happily give him), he coos, “Not going to take the bait? Or do you want me to tell you? Because I’d be happy to, in graphic detail.”

“I just bet you would,” I mutter. “As I said before, I’m not your type, but you’re not exactly my type either.”

“What type is that?”

“I like a man who’s inked. Pierced. Dirtied up a bit.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Ms. Cross. But we both know you want to see me naked again. And I definitely want to see you naked. Preferably when you’re splayed out underneath me and taking my cock.”

My jaw drops open. “You—you…”

He chucks me lightly underneath my chin. “We’ll talk soon,” he says with a wink, then walks away.

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