I'm a cocktease and he's just called my bluff.
I draped myself over Paul’s back, enjoying the play of his muscles as he lined up his next shot. His shoulder bunched, he let the cue slide, and the balls broke exactly as he'd called them. “Mine again,” Paul crowed. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close for a celebration. He kissed me messily, his tongue pushing perfectly against mine. “Good one, babe,” I whispered and bit at...Read On