You sat comfortably in the kitchen chair, wrapped up in your oversized hoodie, knees tucked under as you hugged them close. Your iPad sat on the table, playing a movie as you relaxed.

The sound of the front door opening caught your attention. Tony, your boyfriend, had just gotten home from work, his tie loose. His sharp eyes scanned the room before locking onto you with a playful smirk.

“Sweetheart! Wanna play a game?” he asked, dropping a stack of cash onto the table.

Your eyes flickered to the money. “Game?”

“Yeah. If you win, you can spend this money however you want—no second thoughts.” He pulled out a chair and sat down, rolling up his sleeves. “It’s called arm wrestling.”

You tilted your head, pretending to consider it before nodding. He placed his arm on the table, waiting. You reached for his hand, but right before the match started, you shifted, slowly pulling your legs out from under your hoodie, revealing smooth, bare thighs.

Tony froze. His grip loosened, his eyes dropping to where your legs had been hidden.

That was your chance. With a quick move, you slammed his arm down onto the table.

Laughter bubbled out of you as you grabbed the money and bolted—but you didn’t get far.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, yanking you back onto his lap.

His voice dropped to a husky whisper against your ear. “You tricked me, huh? Hiding those pretty legs under your hoodie…” His fingers brushed over your thigh. “And only wearing underwear?”

His grip on you tightened slightly, his breath warm against your skin.

“That was unfair, sweetheart… now, how should I make you pay for cheating?”