HOLLY
It was by far the hottest night of my life. Mentally… emotionally… physically. Layer upon layer, on every beautiful level, it was every girl’s wildest dream come true.
Strip poker was fun, especially considering how lucky I was. For some strange reason, I just couldn’t lose. Piece by piece, I stripped the guys of every article of clothing they had on. I exposed Logan’s wonderful shoulders. Bradley’s perfect, bubble-shaped ass. From the tremendous biceps and triceps of their sexy arms, to their flat, rippled stomachs, I made them take it all off — each and every piece — until they were both sitting naked before me.
“Turn around,” I laughed as Bradley lost another hand. Somehow I was still in my underwear. “You don’t have anything left, so you have to do what I say.”
At one point I
