“Eating Chloe’s pussy whenever I want.” He pulls a piece of paper out of his desk and starts writing with a pen.

I don’t know whether to laugh or melt into a puddle on the floor. I’m so turned on right now, but also completely intimidated thinking about doing anything sexual with Barrett. Do I want it? Yes. Could Barrett think I’m the most awkward, inexperienced woman he’s ever been with? Absolutely. And that freaks me out.

A minute later he hands me the paper with his writing on it.

I shake my head. Resistance appears to be my kink. Hearing Barrett tell me what he wants to do to me is hot, and teasing us both only serves to turn me on more. “I’m not signing that.”

Barrett nods, but I can tell he’s frustrated. Trust me. I am, too. I’m basically cock blocking myself. Suddenly, he shoots to his feet to grab his phone off the coffee table.

“Have you played WordIt today?” he asks.

I lift my hands up. “I can barely hold onto my phone. No, I haven’t played.”

“We’ll play for it. First person to solve today’s WordIt gets to decide.”

“Decide what?” I ask.

“If I get to put my mouth on you.” He says it so casually, like he’s offering to open a door for me.

I laugh. I’m amazing at WordIt. There’s no way in hell Barrett will win.

“Are you good with the rules?” he asks. “Whichever way this goes, you’re good?”

I bite my lip, thinking. Do I want Barrett to put his head between my thighs? Yes. Do I like that he’d have to earn it by beating me at a game that I kick ass at? Double yes.

“Yes.” I nod, then clicking my fingers together nervously, I remember why we’re doing this in the first place. “How am I supposed to play?”

Barrett grabs an iPad off his desk that has a stylus. It’s better than me trying to tap the phone with my nails.

“First person to solve today’s word gets to decide.” I can feel the waves of excitement rolling off Barrett. Either he’s excited to compete or he’s excited about the prize. Me. I gulp. No, this is fine. I’m going to win so I don’t even need to think about it.

“In the event of a time tie, person with the fewest guesses wins.”

“Fine,” I say, determined the winner will be me. I pull up the website for the game. Barrett does it, too.

We share one last glance and I can see it there in Barrett’s eyes. Determination. My stomach flips with nervous anticipation. I want to win, but part of me wants Barrett to win, too.

“Ready. Go,” he says.