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Scarlett laughed, wondering what she would make him do if she won. In her mind's eye, he was bending her over the bed, giving it to her from behind. She was deep in the fantasy when it was her turn to deal.

She copied what Riley had done, burning a card before laying out the flop. Somehow, she managed to get through it without accidentally dropping any cards or doing something equally stupid.

After a few hands, Scarlett realised live poker was easier than online poker. The guys were easy to read, didn't seem to have a good grasp of mathematical probability and bet big out of bravado when they had awful cards. She ended up winning hand after hand, much to the annoyance of the guys.

By the time she won the game, the guys were praising her as a prodigy and a genius. They probably didn't want to admit they were all plain bad at the game. It might hurt their fragile male egos.

"I'm gonna bring my Mrs next time," one of the guys said. "Now I know we can bring girlfriends."

"Sure," Dan shrugged. "Kayleigh's always welcome."

As Riley and Scarlett said bye to the others, she realised she had to give him a forfeit.

'Oh shit, what should I ask for?' she wondered. If she asked for something too sexual and he wasn't actually interested, it would be weird. On the other hand, if she didn't ask for something sexual, he might assume she didn't want him.

And she definitely wanted him.

The conundrum was hurting her brain as he beckoned for her to come up to his room, leading her up the stairs to his bed, where he sat and waited.

"Well?" he said, a faint smile on his lips.

"What were you going to ask for if you won?" she asked.

"Oh, no," he said, shaking his head. "You'll never know now."

"Okay, since I won, I want you to tell me what you were going to ask for. That's the forfeit," she said.

He made an annoyed scoffing sound and rolled his eyes. "That's dumb."

"No," Scarlett argued. "Because if I like the sound of it, I'll do it."

This got his attention. He looked her up and down as if he were deciding on something she might agree to.

"Make a choice right now," he said. "You can agree to do anything I say for the next hour—and there's a good chance you'll enjoy it—or you can go home."

Scarlett hadn't been expecting this. She figured he'd ask for a kiss or maybe something a little more. This sounded like it was going to escalate to full sex.

She remembered Adrian's words. The speech he'd given about how Riley bedded girls then ripped out their hearts.

'Is it a risk I'm willing to take?' she wondered.

Dwelling on it for a moment more, she decided it made no difference if she slept with him or not, the situation was still the same.

'Schrodinger's relationship,' she thought.

"I'm up for it," she said, trying to look and sound cool.

"Okay, take off your panties," he said without pause.

Scarlett pulled her underwear down and stepped out of them, giving a triumphant smile.

"Good. Now sit on the floor, spread your legs, and play with yourself," he said.

This order made her uncomfortable. She'd played with herself plenty, but never with an audience. The idea made her feel vulnerable and shy.

'But he wants me to do it,' she thought.

"Erm, okay," she mumbled. Dropping to the floor and displaying herself to him, she felt ridiculous and gross, like a spatchcocked chicken.

Looking up at him and seeing the excitement on his face, she felt better about her body. She tentatively pushed her fingers inside herself, not playing with herself as she did in bed alone, but rather putting on a show she thought he would enjoy.

As he sat on the bed, watching with a half-smile, he reached into his pants and began to play with his dick in slow, lazy strokes.

"Now crawl over here and get my dick in your mouth," he said.

Scarlett trawled through a sea of empty food wrappers and dirty socks to get to him. She looked up, maintaining eye contact and licked her lips before wrapping her hand over his and sucking on the end of his dick.

After a couple of seconds, he grabbed her and pulled her into his lap. She assisted him as he repositioned himself, moaning as he entered her and used his grip on her hips to move her in rhythm with his body.

Scarlett pressed her forehead against his, staring into his eyes and feeling his breath in time with hers as they both reached climate. A pink bloom spread to his cheeks and lips, making him look even more gorgeous... if that were possible. She wondered if she also looked beautiful to him with her post-orgasm glow.

As she slid from his still hard cock, Riley flopped back onto the bed and rolled over, wrapping himself up in the duvet like a sausage roll.

"I'm tired," he mumbled. "Can you turn off the lights?"

"Erm, okay," Scarlett muttered as she found her pants in the floor trash and pulled them up. "I'll see you—"

"Night," he said and rolled over.

"Okay," Scarlett muttered to herself as she switched off the light and closed the door behind her.

'Was Adrian right?' she wondered.

"Hey, wait!" Riley cried. When Scarlett crept back into the room he rolled over, making the bed creak under his weight.

"You didn't kiss me goodbye," he complained.

Scarlett smiled, breathing a sigh of relief.

His lips were soft and gentle, unlike the sex. He smiled at her as she pulled away.

"I'm really glad you stalked me today, you crazy bitch," he said with the faintest hint of a grin.

"Yeah." Scarlett chuckled. "Me too."