A Crazy game of truth and dare (3)
“Now a selfie, bra sisters!” Rob teased, throwing an arm around her.
She nodded enthusiastically, pressing against him as they posed for a few more shots. Then, without thinking, she reached out and gave his padded cup a squeeze, making an exaggerated honking noise.
Rob laughed, taking his shot. He reached out and did the same to her.
“Hey!” she gasped, feigning outrage.
“You did it first!”
“It’s hardly the same.”
Rob smirked. “It’s exactly the same. You honked me, so I honked you.” To prove his point, he did it again.
Emma burst out laughing, shaking her head. She wasn’t mad-far from it. The playful, mischievous energy between them was exactly what she’d been craving all week.
“Truth or dare?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Emma grinned. “I think we’re just on dares now.”
“Alright then, Queen,” he drawled, waving her blouse like a flag. “The pizza guy will be here any minute, and you’re going to answer the door.”
“Haha, not like this, I’m not!”
“Oh, of course not,” Rob said innocently. “You’re going to lose the skirt.”
Emma gawked at him. “What? No way!”
Rob shook his head, feigning disappointment. “Knew it. You’re a chicken. Guess I win.”
Emma narrowed her eyes, the competitive spark flaring in her chest. “That’s not a proper dare!”
“It is,” Rob countered. “You’d be covered, basically like wearing a bikini. But it’s fine. I win. Hand me my crown, wench.”
She was smiling, but the smugness in his voice drove her mad. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
Rob barely kept his excitement in check. “Okay, but I still don’t think you’ll actually do it.”
Emma heard a car pull up outside. Heart pounding, she reached behind, unzipped her skirt, and let it drop to the floor. “Revenge is going to be sweet,” she muttered, trying to mask her nerves.
Rob almost groaned out loud. The woman he’d fantasized about was now standing in front of him in a white lace bra, matching thong, and high heels. His cock ached at the sight.
With a flick of her hair, Emma sauntered to the door, exposing her best feature-her perfect ass. Rob clenched his fists to stop himself from grabbing it.
The pizza man, an older, slightly overweight man, stood frozen when Emma opened the door. His eyes widened.
“Oh… hi,” Emma stammered, realizing how exposed she was.
The man cleared his throat. “That’ll be $17. 50.”
Emma’s stomach dropped-her purse was in the living room.
“Uh… could you step inside for a sec?” she asked, cheeks burning.
The pizza guy grinned. “For my eyes only?”
Emma laughed despite herself. “Come on in.”
Behind the door, Rob peeked through a crack, watching Emma lead the man inside. His pulse pounded as he took in the scene-Emma, barely dressed, her skirt on the floor, her blouse on the couch, and a pink bra draped over the table.
This night was getting better by the second.
Emma also noticed the scene and suddenly felt like she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t have been. In an attempt to normalize the situation, she gestured toward Rob and said, “This is my… my husband, Rob. We were just having a few drinks-it’s our anniversary.”
Rob smiled at her, immediately catching the look she gave him. She wanted him to play along. He was more than happy to oblige. Standing up, he walked over to them both, extending his hand. “Hi, I’m Rob. Nice to meet you,” he said smoothly, shaking the pizza guy’s hand. Then, with an easy grin, he added, “Yep, six years married to this one today!” As he spoke, he slid an arm around Emma’s waist and pulled her snugly against him.
Emma stiffened slightly, realizing exactly what he was doing. He wanted her to break, to crack under the pressure of keeping up the charade. Well, not a chance. She was the QUEEN for a reason, and if he thought she’d fold that easily, he had another thing coming.
The pizza guy, a friendly-looking man in his fifties, smiled warmly. “Nice to meet you, I’m Tony,” he said, shaking Rob’s hand. He glanced between them, seemingly unfazed by Emma’s state of undress. “Congratulations, you two make a lovely couple. Looks like you had quite the party!”
Emma smiled, keeping her cool. “Yeah, we had a few friends over. It was nice to celebrate with them.” She shot Rob a look, daring him to try harder.
“Glad they’re gone, though,” Rob chuckled. “Been dying to get my hands on this one all night, haven’t I, babe?”
And with that, he delivered a firm slap to her ass.
The contact sent a small jolt through Emma’s body, but she didn’t flinch. She refused to give him the satisfaction. Instead, she rolled her eyes playfully and carried on as if nothing had happened. “I forgot to bring my purse to the door, babe. I don’t even know if I have any cash. Do you have a twenty on you?”
Rob, emboldened by her lack of reaction, smirked. He could see the game they were playing now. As long as Tony was here, Emma would have no choice but to keep up the act-and that meant he could push her even further.
“Yeah, honey, I think I do,” he said smoothly. Then, turning back to Tony, he added, “Hey, mate, why don’t you have a drink with us? Help us celebrate?”
Emma’s eyes widened slightly. Oh, that sneaky bastard. She saw right through his plan-if Tony stayed, Rob had the perfect excuse to keep up the act, to keep pushing her boundaries. He was trying to force her to crack.
“Oh, that’s a nice idea, babe,” she said sweetly, feigning enthusiasm. “But I’m sure Tony has plenty more deliveries to make.”
“Actually, you’re my last one,” Tony said with a grin. “It’s my shop, and you’re right on my way home, so I figured I’d drop it off myself. You sure you don’t mind me sticking around for a drink? I could murder a beer.”
Internally, Emma groaned. Of course, he was free.
Rob, looking utterly delighted, clapped Tony on the back. “Not at all, mate! Go grab yourself one from the fridge,” he said, motioning toward the kitchen.
The moment Tony stepped away, Rob turned to Emma with a wicked grin. “Hey, wifey,” he murmured teasingly.
Emma leaned in, keeping her voice low. “I panicked,” she hissed. “I’m dressed like this, there are clothes everywhere, you were just sitting there-saying we were married seemed like the obvious choice! And I know what you’re doing, but it’s not going to work. No way am I losing this one now.”
Rob smirked, amused by how fiercely competitive she was. Here she was, standing in nothing but a lace bra, a thong, and heels in front of him and a stranger, and she was more determined than ever to win.
“I don’t know…” he mused, trailing his fingers lightly down her spine just to see if she’d react. “You’re looking a little nervous there. Not sure Tony really believes we’re married. And if he figures out this is a dare…” He leaned in just enough to make her shiver. “You lose.”