Charley had never been in a man�s sexual playroom, but she had a feeling this was even better. Fifteen minutes into the game, she was hooked, and she loved seeing this unexpectedly playful side of her stern, commanding vampire.

"Okay," she said after she�d landed her first surprise hit, knocking Bone Crusher on his ass with a fireball. "This is kind of awesome."

"I�m glad you think so." Dorian paused the game and flipped up his face shield. "Time to up the stakes."

Charley knew that look. It flooded her core with molten heat. "You�re so transparent, Bone Crusher."

"Option one," he said. "We shut off the game, head upstairs, and have dinner like civilized people."

"And option two?"

"Winner takes all� of the loser�s clothes. One piece for every knockout. And the loser must do the winner�s bidding for the rest of the night, no questions asked, no talking back, no disobedience."

"Tough call, Bone Crusher," she teased, flipping down her face shield. "But I�m gonna have to go with option two."

They sparred back and forth, trading hit for hit, until a quick error in judgment left Bone Crusher wide open. Miss Demeanor dropped to her knees and lunged forward, catching her opponent around the legs. The unexpected move sent him skittering backward, tripping over the curb, and landing on the sidewalk, flat on his back.

The announcer�s voice boomed through the speakers. "Oooh, Bone Crusher! You got housed!"

Charley laughed. "Lose the shirt, Bone Crusher."

"I hardly think that�s fair," he said, his avatar struggling back to his feet. "We�re just warming up!"

Taking advantage of his lapse in attention, she launched another fireball, knocking him back on his ass.

"Housed again, Bone Crusher!" the speakers boomed. "Your game is off tonight."

"Your game isn�t the only thing I want off tonight," Charley said. "Lose the pants."

"I don�t think so, love." After all his tough, winner-take-all talk, Bone Crusher abruptly turned off the game, stripped off his equipment, and leaped onto Charley�s platform, sweeping her into his arms and bringing his mouth to her ear. "Since you have a fondness for playing dirty, Miss Demeanor, I�ve got a new game in mind."

Charley had won the game fair and square, yet minutes later, she was naked and blindfolded, flat on her back on the polished oak bar.

Behind it, Dorian fussed with glasses and drinks, ice cubes clinking into a bucket, liquid sloshing from bottles. Without her sense of sight, every sound took on a mysterious, erotic subtext that filled her with red-hot anticipation.

She�d wanted to tease Dorian for being such a sore loser at Midnight Marauder, but now that she was under his command again, she didn�t dare speak out. She knew the rules�no talking without permission�and she was happy to submit.

All. Night. Long.

She felt as free and giddy as a teenager whose parents had just gone out of town. Sasha was staying at Darcy�s tonight, and for the first weekend in months, Charley had no scheduled events, no auctions, no roles to play but the ones she chose.

Now, she bit back a smile and forced herself to remain silent, giving herself over to whatever dark, delicious plans her dominating, sexy-as-fuck vampire had in store.

"Are you ready to play?" he asked, cool and commanding as he stood beside her. She couldn�t see him through the blindfold, but she could feel his powerful presence.

"Yes, Mr. Redthorne."

"Good girl." He smothered her with a devastating kiss. Eagerly she parted her lips, coaxing his tongue with deep, soft strokes. He tasted like scotch and sin, his hungry moan making her ache with need. JrNovels.com