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Why not?
Adam clearly hadn’t cared about using his brain and sticking to his morals.
Why should I?
SEVEN
The fire burnedwhile we ate a supper of cheese and biscuits next to the unlit Christmas tree. The power had yet to return and as the day dipped to night; we huddled in the sitting room where the fire could keep us warm. Damien had littered the mantlepiece with candles, and despite the lack of heating and electricity, there was something charming about the cosy room.
‘I can’t believe this is my first Christmas away from my parents,’ I said, putting my plate on the side table and drinking down the Prosecco that Damien had opened after seeing my reaction to the red wine.
‘How do you usually spend Christmas Eve?’ asked Damien, leaning back in the leather armchair and watching me.
‘We play games. Mom and Dad often throw a party for their friends on Christmas Eve and it is always full of fun. It’s never so quiet.’
Homesickness hit me, lacking even the distraction of my phone.
‘We could play a game.’ Damien smiled at me.
‘Right, Bash?’ he said, forcing Sebastian into the conversation despite his nose being stuck firmly in a book.
‘I don’t have any games.’
‘You’ve got to have a pack of cards around here somewhere.’ Damien stood and rooted through some drawers until he grinned and produced the pack. ‘See!’
Sebastian rolled his eyes.
‘Poker okay with you?’ Damien asked me.
‘I’m not very good, but yeah, that’d be great. I don’t really have any money with me to bet with. Unless you want to play for clothing...’ My heart hammered in my chest as I suggested it.
Sebastian’s eyes darkened as he looked at me, and Damien grinned like the Cheshire cat.
‘Are you suggesting strip poker, Cara?’
I nodded despite the flush warming my chest, glad I’d dressed for the cold cottage and not the warm sitting room. Especially glad that I’d put on one of the cute underwear sets that I’d packed for Adam.
‘Damn. I’m in. Bash?’
Sebastian didn’t look like he wanted anything to do with the nonsense at all, and I fully expected him to decline. Much to my surprise, he closed his book and sat forward while holding my gaze.
‘Do you want us to see you naked, Cara?’ he asked. A jolt of electricity shot right between my thighs at the very thought. ‘Because that’s a very real possibility. And if it ends up with us all naked, I can’t say that I’ll be able to hold back from tasting you. Is that what you want?’
Fucking hell.
I realised he was giving me an out, but all it did was make me want to say fuck the game and strip off for them, anyway.
‘It’s what I want,’ I whispered.
‘Then come and sit in front of the fire and get ready to lose, Princess.’
I sat on the rug between their chairs; the fire warming me as Damien dished out the cards. There was something sinfully delightful about sitting between their feet, while they both sat on the leather armchairs.
It turned out I really was terrible at poker.
So much so that I was down to just my underwear by the time they’d only lost their socks. Damien eyed me hungrily with each article of clothing I’d lost, while Sebastian barely seemed to notice. I’d spent the ninety minutes it took to get me to that point squirming under their dark gazes. Eyes widening as that thick outline appeared in Damien’s pants.
‘Shit,’ I said as I lost another hand.
