Leo grabs my left wrist.
“Really? Because I think you do.”
I shrug my shoulders.
“Nope. No idea.”
“How about we play a little game,” he says, grinning wickedly. “If I can make you blush, I win. If I can’t, you win.”
Fuck. I already know I’m going to lose, but I also know I’m going to accept the second Leo proposes the idea. I don’t know if it’s my pride getting the better of me, or if I subconsciously want to lose.
“Fine. What are the stakes?”
“When I win, I’m going to f**k you right there,” he says, pointing to the front of the yacht. “In front of everyone.”
A tingle of pleasure runs up my spine.
“A-And if I win?”
He shrugs. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”
I raise my eyebrow skeptically. “Whatever? What if I asked for ten thousand dollars?”
“Done.”
Fuck, I should’ve asked
