Game's Over: A BWWM Romance (Game of Chance Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

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    Grant nearly fumbled and fell, but he was quick to recover. He couldn’t allow Vivica to see what kind of effect she was having on him. He needed to stay in control, despite the fact that euphoria was running wild through him, coupling with adrenaline and making him feel stupidly lightheaded. Grant curled one knee around the pole and threw himself backward, nipples brown and erect, standing in stark contrast against his tanned skin and the black of his open shirt.
    You asked for it, Grant thought, head thrown back, staring upside down at Vivica for an instant before he drew himself up again. He undid the last button of the shirt and let it slide down his body until it curled around his wrists, then ripped it off, throwing it at the crowd.
    There was a scramble to catch it, but Grant wasn’t paying attention. He wasn’t stripping for them, not anymore. He was stripping for Vivica, and he made sure she knew it. He was down to his G-string again when the song ended, to wild applause and cheers from the enthusiastic crowd, and Grant took a short bow before retreating backstage.
    “Well, talk about setting the bar,” Tasha said into her microphone as she walked on stage, to another loud round of applause and cheers. “I think Grant made it through to next round, hasn’t he?”
    Grant grinned to himself as he stepped into his robe, instinctively looking around. He wanted to see Vivica’s reaction before she got a chance of to hide behind her usual cool mask. Grant knew that she had been watching. Now it was a matter of her deciding whether she wanted to take the bait or not.
    He found Vivica lounging on the couches backstage as though nothing had happened, looking cool and composed, and Grant suddenly felt inexplicably angry. What the hell was she playing at anyway? And why did Grant give a flying fuck? He should be upstairs, in one of the bedrooms, fucking his way through the four ladies that had battled for his shirt. Grant decided to go for it. He wasn’t in the mood for more games. And Vivica didn’t look like she was in any game at all, so there was that.
    “Hey,” he greeted, striding purposefully to where Vivica was sitting and taking the spot next to him. Not too close, but close enough to feel the waves of heat radiating off him. Grant stretched out, not too subtly checking Vivica out. “Did you like the song?”
    Vivica scowled at him. Grant felt sure Vivica didn’t mean to look quite as pretty when she scowled. He grinned.
    “That’s a yes, then.”
    “You do not want to play this game,” Vivica said. Her voice was soft, musical, but with a rough edge to it. It made Grant shiver. “Trust me.”
    “How do you know I don’t?”
    “I just know.”
    “I might just have to prove you wrong then.”
    Vivica’s eyes narrowed. Grant fought the urge to shift on the couch, his dick stirring traitorously in the folds of his robe.
    “You will not. And I am telling you now, find someone else to play with.”
    “Maybe I don’t want someone else.”
    “You think you don’t, but you do. You don’t care, not really. And you won’t care after you had your way. So you can go back to where you came from, and the real reason you joined this contest.”
    Grant was thrown. He tilted his head to the side, staring at Vivica for a long beat of silence. “And what is that?”
    “To get into every pair of pants available.”
    Grant had no idea how Vivica could muster up such plain, simple and pure disdain, and still manage to get him harder than he’d been in a long time. I’m fucked.
    “That’s why you think I’m here?” He was playing with fire, but that’s what Grant did best. “That’s a little rich coming from someone who’s in the very same contest.”
    That hit a nerve. Vivica stood up, fire in her eyes and Grant swallowed, hard. Jesus, but she was pretty, even when she looked like she could destroy him with the fierceness of her glare.
    “Don’t you ever dare to assume you know anything