"Best out of three," I insisted when Jameson's last billiard ball glided into the furthermost hole in the pool table.
"Nope." Grinning, Jameson set aside his cue stick. "I won fair and square." As he grabbed my waist, pressing me up against the wall of the game room, he added, "Although I'd be up for another game."
"Which one?"
"Strip poker?" he murmured in my ear.
I shook my head. "I'd lose."
"That's the point, Heiress."
Blushing, I said, "How about scrabble?"
"Only if it's strip scrabble." Grinning, Jameson kissed me, insistent, until I was drugged on him and had no choice but to agree.
