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know.
    “I’m
not telling you, besides if I lose it doesn’t matter anyway, does it?” Trevas was going to win, and he was going to make her join him for supper every night. He wouldn’t
let her come down after he was in bed.
    “What
if there is nothing that I want from you?”
    “There
has to be something. Surely there is a concert or something that you could use
to your advantage.”
    She
thought for a minute and moved her checker. The game was very intense, and
neither of them spoke. Alley continued to eat her pizza, and Trevas turned his
eyes quickly away from her more than once when he caught himself gazing at her
and locking his eyes with hers.
    Alley
pushed the empty plate away and brought both her knees under her butt and
leaned over to study the game. Trevas had to tell himself to keep his eyes on
the game and not stare at her breast through the thin white shirt. Trevas was
down to one single checker, and she had four kings. He knew that he had lost,
and it only took three more moves to trap him.
    “Fine,
smarty pants,” he teased. “Name your poison.”
    He
looked up at her, and the way she was looking at him was forbidden and he was
entranced holding her gaze.
    “What
Alley?” he asked, quietly, and she moved and stood beside the stool.
    “Kiss
me Trevas,” she said with the softest sexiest voice he had ever heard, and his
heartbeat picked up as he felt his chest tighten all of a sudden.
    “Alley
I can’t kiss you,” he mocked her tone.
    “You
have too, you lost,” she demanded.
    “I
thought you would want to go somewhere and get out of this house, I would have
never agreed to that.”
    “You
are the one that made the rule, not to tell until the end of the game.”
    “Alley
I am not kissing you.”
    Alley
walked around and stood at the end of the island. He didn’t look down and kept
his eyes on hers but could still see through his peripheral vision, her white,
silky panties, and it stirred something inside of him that shouldn’t have been
stirring. Not to mention what was going on in his jeans.
    She
took another step toward him, and he didn’t even have the other stool to use as
a barrier. “Alley stop,” he demanded, but she didn’t listen and walked slowly
toward him as her hand slid across the top of the marble countertop. She
stopped between his legs, and it was all that he could do not to touch her.
    “Kiss
me Trevas,” she whispered, close to his lips with her hands now resting on his
legs.
    “Alley
I can’t,” he pleaded.
    “Yes
you can,” she softly whispered, moving to where her lips were a fraction from
his, and he could feel her words on his lips. He barely had to move, and his
lips were on hers. He was hoping that a quick peck would satisfy her winnings,
but she parted her lips for him, and his uncontrollably took over as his tongue
explored her mouth. He still hadn’t touched her and refused until she wrapped
her arms around his neck and pressed her body to his. His hands automatically
moved to her ribs and back. He didn’t put them under her shirt but could feel
the bare skin from her midsection. The kiss lasted way longer than it should
have, and he had to stifle the moan that wanted to escape as she finally pulled
away. She rested one hand on his chest and kept the other one behind him, and
her forehead was on his.
    “That
wasn’t so bad was it?” she asked.
    “That’s
not what I was afraid of,” he admitted, wishing she would back away because he wanted
to kiss her again.
    “What
were you afraid of?” she asked.
    “You.”
    “Do
I scare you?”
    “You
scare the hell out of me.”
    “Why?”
    “Because
you are only seventeen and you do something to me when you’re around.”
    “I
will be eighteen in less than six months, and you are only six years older than
me. What do you mean I do something to you?”
    “You
are still a minor and I could lose my job and go to jail, and forget I said
that last part.”
    “You
can’t go to jail for kissing