Free No Strings... by Janelle Denison Page B

thing not touching were their lips. Chloe was pretty certain that Aiden was trying to avoid a repeat performance of yesterday’s kiss.
    Unfortunately, everyone on their team shouted out words that were close to the phrase, but not an exact match. There was groping, feeling up, hugging and heavy petting, but no “making out.”
    “You have one minute left,” someone yelled.
    With time running out, and the lingering effects of the love potion drink coursing through Chloe’s system and bolstering her courage, she decided to give their onlookers the real deal. No way was she going to let them lose this one last point because she hadn’t given all she had to beat the competition. Not if she could help it.
    Sliding her fingers around to the back of Aiden’s head, she pulled his mouth down to hers. The moment their lips touched, everything around Chloe faded away, except for her desire for this man who tempted her like no other. There was no hesitation on his part, either, just a mutual hunger that promised all sorts of wanton pleasure.
    Despite having an audience, there was nothing sweet or chaste about this kiss. With a rumbling groan she felt, more than heard from Aiden, his tongue touched and tangled with hers, sweeping deep inside her mouth to dominate and possess. His hands got into the action, too, skimming along the outside of her thighs and grabbing her ass to simulate the phrase that no one had guessed yet.
    Excitement sent Chloe’s pulse racing and had her body melting into a pool of lust and need. Kissing Aiden was akin to the most delicious kind of foreplay, providing a hot tease of what other carnal delights his mouth and tongue were capable of giving.
    Lost in pure unadulterated sensation, she was having a difficult time remembering that they were playing charades, that this was all pretend for the sake of a game. Her attraction to Aiden was real and undeniable, and in that wild moment of abandon, she wasn’t sure she wanted to resist him any longer.
    Her decision was absolute craziness, she knew. The risks involved were enormous, but being here on this secluded island, where no one knew who they were, was to their benefit, as well. Far away from work, prying eyes, and rules and restrictions, they had the perfect opportunity to finally indulge in what they both wanted—each other—without the worry of being caught. A quickie affair to diminish all the sexual tension burning between them. They could return to Boston and the firm with a clear head, completely focused on their respective campaigns.
    Outside of her current sensual universe, she heard cheers and catcalls because of their avid embrace, and finally, through all the commotion, someone shouted out the correct phrase, “making out in the backseat of a car,” giving their team the last point they needed to win the entire game.
    She pulled back and ended the kiss, and for a long moment they stared at one another, breathless and aroused, while their team celebrated their success around them.
    “I’m beginning to think that maybe you really are an exhibitionist,” she said, referring to the comment he’d made to her last night on the dance floor. “You quite enjoyed that kiss and certainly didn’t hold back.”
    He didn’t deny her allegation as he slowly released her, so that their bodies were no longer intimately entangled. “I’ll admit, you have a good game strategy, Reiss.”
    She flashed him a daring grin full of sass. “Who said that kiss was a game?”
    With that, she walked away from him. She could feel Aiden staring after her, pondering her parting remark, and knew she’d just given him a whole lot to think about—which is exactly what she’d intended. Because tonight, at dinner, she was going to turn up the heat and let him decide if he was interested in taking the bait.

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    A IDEN ESCORTED C HLOE toward the large ballroom hosting one of tonight’s dining options, excruciatingly aware of her, in every way. It wasn’t so much