“Oh, you will.”

Except he lost the next two, which meant his other shoe, and his shirt.

“Shame you didn’t wear socks tonight,” she said. “Or jewelry of any kind.”

“Yeah, I’m not a jewelry kind of guy.”

She reached out and raked her nails lightly down his bare chest. “I’m fine with that. And you’re running out of clothes.”

When he’d lost his shoe, she’d kissed him, a long, passionate kiss that made his balls ache. After his shirt, she licked and sucked his nipple, making his cock feel like it was going to explode.

He was fast running out of patience when one of his checkers made it to the opposite side of the board.

“Crown me,” he said with a wide grin. “And then take something off.”

She did, and then she stood, sliding her hands under her dress and pulling the sexiest underwear he’d ever seen down her legs. It was black and sheer and barely a scrap of material and oh, fuck, he was going to come just looking at her take off her panties.

She dangled them in her fingers before dropping them on the table.

“Oh, fuck this game,” he said, then dropped to his knees in front of her, lifted her dress and put his mouth on her pussy. He licked and sucked and breathed in her sweet, tart honey flavor like a man starving. He couldn’t get enough of her.

“Oh, God, Barrett, yes,” she said, resting her hand on his head. “Make me come. Make me scream.”

There was nothing that got him off more than having his face buried in Harmony’s sweet pussy, feeling her writhe and listening to her moan. She tasted like salty honey and his cock was so hard he wanted to take it out of his pants and stroke it while he licked her. He ached to be inside of her, where he always wanted to be. But right now, he wanted to make her come, wanted her out of her mind with an orgasm.

He slid a finger inside of her, then two, feeling her pussy squeeze around his fingers as she bucked against him.

“Dammit, Barrett. That’s going to make me come.”

He lifted his gaze to hers, to see her looking down at him. She had her dress bunched in her hands to hold it up so she could watch. Damn if that wasn’t the hottest thing ever.

He wrapped one hand around her ass to bring her closer to his mouth, used the other to pump into her as he sucked her clit.

“Oh yes. Suck my clit. Make me come.”

With a loud cry, she burst, coming all over his face. He licked her up, giving her what she cried out for as she bucked against him. Her pussy continued to spasm against his fingers. He needed to feel that on his cock.

He sent the checkerboard and all its pieces flying onto the area rug under the coffee table. He laid her down on the coffee table and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock.

He leaned over her.

“Suck me. I need your mouth on my cock.”

She grasped his shaft and opened her mouth. He fed her his cock, nearly dying at the feel of her hot mouth surrounding him. Just watching the slide of his shaft in between her sweetly painted lips was enough to make him want to jettison come all over her tongue. But he held back, because he wanted to be between her legs, spurting come into her pussy when he came.

Reluctantly he pulled his cock from between her lips, shuddering as he watched his hot, wet dick release from her mouth. He grabbed a condom, put it on, then picked Harmony up from the table. With her in his arms, he sat on the sofa, letting her straddle him.

“Now fuck us both and make us come.”

Her eyes glittering with passion, she held his gaze, grasped his shoulders, then lifted her dress off and tossed it onto the sofa.

Her barely there black bra matched those sexy panties that had set him off earlier. He could see her nipples through the sheer fabric and he reached up, teasing each bud through the material of her bra.

She gasped, then hissed. “Yes. More.”

He undid the front clasp of her bra and she shrugged it off, giving him access to her nipples. He pulled her forward and sucked one into his mouth. He needed to touch her, to taste her, to feel her, and as she slid down over his cock, he sucked her nipple harder, breathing in the whimpering sound she made as she began to rock.

She held him against her breast as she moved back and forth, then lifted up and down, torturing his cock in ways that made his balls tighten.

When she finally pulled back and popped her nipple out of his mouth, he’d never seen a woman look more beautiful. The deep dark bronze of her skin glowed in the overhead light. He wanted to lick every part of her, to touch every inch of her. She never looked away, always at him, and his cock swelled at the raw, sexual honesty in her eyes.

This was his woman, from her glorious black hair to her perfectly painted pink toenails. And no one would ever threaten that.

He lifted his hips and rubbed her clit. She dug her nails into his shoulders and cried out with her climax. He felt his own tunneling through every nerve ending and he let it loose, a wild spurt that seemed never ending as he poured everything he had into her. He grasped her hips and held on, rocking into her over and over again until he was emptied.

When he caught his breath, he picked her up and carried her into the downstairs bathroom. They cleaned up and got dressed, then he went into the living room to pick up the pieces of the checkerboard he’d tossed onto the floor.

Harmony kneeled on the floor to hand him a few checkers, her shoulder brushing his.

“Fun game,” she said with a wry grin.

He kissed her. “I enjoyed it. Especially since I won.”