Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 108357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
I got this. I’m riding high off that first question.
“How do you calculate the probability of permutations?”
Well, hell. After a few silent moments, I rattle off an answer, already knowing I bombed it.
She makes a buzzer-sounding noise deep in her throat. “Wrong!”
“You don’t need to sound so gleeful.”
Demi grins, pointing at my chest. “I want the shirt.”
With a shrug, I sit up. The girl wants me to shed my clothing?
I’m delighted to oblige.
I grab the back of my T-shirt before dragging it up my body and over my head. Then I toss it onto hers. Apparently, that’s going to be the loser pile. Right now, we’re evenly tied.
The way her gaze drifts over my body is almost like a physical caress. I’ve had girls eat me up with their eyes, but it’s different with Demi. I flex my muscles, wanting to give her a little something to drool over. Then I lick my thumbs and forefingers before circling my nipples like she did. When I give them a good pinch, she bursts out laughing.
I can’t help but grin. Is there anything better than sexy times mixed in with laughter?
Nope.
“All right, hit me with the next question.”
She rattles off another one, and I snap out the answer without having to overthink it. Instead of shedding her bra, she takes off her athletic shorts. Damn, but Demi has an amazing body. She’s lean and muscular, and that is such a turn-on.
We go through a couple more questions. I end up peeling off my shorts which leaves me in nothing more than my boxer briefs, and she pulls off her socks. Things are starting to get interesting around here. Although, let’s hope I get the next one correct or I’ll be studying statistics buck naked. Can’t say I ever thought that would happen.
“What is a combination?”
Yes!
I know this!
I clear my throat as if what I have to say is of the utmost importance. “A combination is an arrangement of objects where order does not matter.”
“You got it! Awesome job!”
Already salivating, I point to the bra. “Take it off.”
Instead of following the command, she says, “Should we end this and call it a draw?”
“No way in hell. Take it off. Stop trying to cheat your way out of our agreement.”
“Fine.” With that, Demi reaches around her back and unsnaps the clasp. As soon as the stretchy material loosens, the straps slide down her shoulders, revealing a glimpse of tantalizing flesh. Without a self-conscious bone in her body, she shrugs out of the bra and tosses it onto the growing pile of clothing.
Demi sits back, allowing me to look my fill. She has no problem with her breasts being on display. Her confidence is so damn sexy. It’s only one of the things that draw me to her like a moth to a flickering flame. It’s been that way since I first laid eyes on her. It might have taken me time to capture her interest the same way she caught mine, but now that I have it, I won’t be letting it go anytime soon.
“Should we finish this?” Her lips lift at the corners. We’re both down to our underwear. “One more question will determine the victor.”
“Oh, you bet your sweet ass we’re finishing this.”
“All right. Final question for the win...” My muscles coil tight as she pauses. “What is statistics the study and interpretation of?”
She’s joking, right? That can’t be the question. This has to be some kind of sly bit of trickery on her part. I narrow my eyes, but her expression remains inscrutable.
All right, I’m going for it.
“Data.” I mumble out the answer. Surely, it can’t be that straightforward.
Her lips lift. “Ding, ding, ding...we have a winner.”
No fricking way.
That was way too easy.
Without me asking, Demi slides her thumbs into the elastic band of her panties and slips them over narrow hips and muscular thighs before kicking them off. And then she’s gloriously bare.
A wicked glint enters her eyes as she stretches out on the bed.
Hot damn.
My gaze drops to the part of her I’ve become obsessed with.
So fucking gorgeous.
“Be straight with me—did you throw the last question?”
Instead of answering, she spreads her thighs wide before trailing her fingers over the lips of her splayed pussy. “Now why would I do a thing like that?”
My mouth turns cottony as my eyes widen.
“What’s wrong?” She smirks. “See something you like?”
Ummm...
“Yeah.” Barely is the word able to escape.
“Then get over here and do something about it.”
She doesn’t need to tell me twice. I toss the statistics book off the bed. The heavy tomb lands on the carpeted floor with a loud thud. Then I’m crawling across the mattress and squeezing my shoulders between her thighs. With heavy-lidded eyes, I stare up at her before lowering my mouth. A whimper slides from her as I make contact with her delicate flesh.