My Husband's Intimate Game Rules - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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Thirty minutes later, Lily Harrison and I had showered and slipped into sleek black evening gowns with matching red stilettos—Mason Reynolds' latest demand. We stood in Lily's bedroom, waiting.
Mason strode in, blindfold in hand, his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Let's get started, shall we? My two stunning ladies!"
He tied the blindfold tight, then crouched with his arms outstretched, fumbling like a drunk in the dark. "Move around, switch places. First one I lay hands on gets a sniff."
The sleazy grin on his face made my blood boil. I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to drop-kick him into next week.
"Oho, who do we have here?" His hands landed on me first.
I stayed silent, glaring daggers at him through narrowed eyes.
After a beat, his fingers slid off my dress like he'd touched something rotten. Without a word, he moved on.
Oh, he knew it was me—his wife. But he played dumb, groping toward Lily instead.
Not happening. I shifted subtly, cutting him off.
Sure enough, his hands found me again. He yanked off the blindfold, face twisted in fury. "Diana Collins, what the hell are you doing?"
I smirked. "You knew it was me. Why the act?"
"Bull! How could I tell? You both reek of the same body wash!"
Seeing Mason's temper flare, Lily jumped in, clinging to his arm like a lifeline. "Professor, it's just a game! No need to get worked up. If Mrs. Collins isn't having fun, I've got something way better in mind!"
Mason's anger evaporated into a greasy smile. "Lily, you're barely out of diapers, yet you get men. What's this game you're hinting at?"
Lily giggled behind her hand, cheeks flushing. "Well… there's a more intense version. Mrs. Collins and I could lather up in body wash. You'd stay blindfolded, using only touch to guess who's who…"
She dissolved into laughter, practically vibrating with excitement.
Mason's eyes gleamed like a starving wolf's. "Now that's what I call a game! Next time, for sure!"
My stomach turned. This so-called innocent college girl was dirtier than a truck-stop bathroom.
Enough. I lunged forward and drove my heel into Mason's tailbone. "Mason Reynolds, are you deranged?!"
He howled, staggering upright. "Have you lost your mind?! It's just a game!"
I jabbed a finger in his face. "You've lost your damn marriage!"
Fuming, Mason stomped like a toddler. Lily wedged herself between us, clinging to his arm. "Big brother, she's your wife! You can't just manhandle her. If she's not happy, how's she supposed to play?"
Mason strode in, blindfold in hand, his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Let's get started, shall we? My two stunning ladies!"
He tied the blindfold tight, then crouched with his arms outstretched, fumbling like a drunk in the dark. "Move around, switch places. First one I lay hands on gets a sniff."
The sleazy grin on his face made my blood boil. I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to drop-kick him into next week.
"Oho, who do we have here?" His hands landed on me first.
I stayed silent, glaring daggers at him through narrowed eyes.
After a beat, his fingers slid off my dress like he'd touched something rotten. Without a word, he moved on.
Oh, he knew it was me—his wife. But he played dumb, groping toward Lily instead.
Not happening. I shifted subtly, cutting him off.
Sure enough, his hands found me again. He yanked off the blindfold, face twisted in fury. "Diana Collins, what the hell are you doing?"
I smirked. "You knew it was me. Why the act?"
"Bull! How could I tell? You both reek of the same body wash!"
Seeing Mason's temper flare, Lily jumped in, clinging to his arm like a lifeline. "Professor, it's just a game! No need to get worked up. If Mrs. Collins isn't having fun, I've got something way better in mind!"
Mason's anger evaporated into a greasy smile. "Lily, you're barely out of diapers, yet you get men. What's this game you're hinting at?"
Lily giggled behind her hand, cheeks flushing. "Well… there's a more intense version. Mrs. Collins and I could lather up in body wash. You'd stay blindfolded, using only touch to guess who's who…"
She dissolved into laughter, practically vibrating with excitement.
Mason's eyes gleamed like a starving wolf's. "Now that's what I call a game! Next time, for sure!"
My stomach turned. This so-called innocent college girl was dirtier than a truck-stop bathroom.
Enough. I lunged forward and drove my heel into Mason's tailbone. "Mason Reynolds, are you deranged?!"
He howled, staggering upright. "Have you lost your mind?! It's just a game!"
I jabbed a finger in his face. "You've lost your damn marriage!"
Fuming, Mason stomped like a toddler. Lily wedged herself between us, clinging to his arm. "Big brother, she's your wife! You can't just manhandle her. If she's not happy, how's she supposed to play?"
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