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napkins were delicate little works of art, origami almost, folded
into long-necked swans that perched atop snowy white plates, so perfect I
wondered if I could take my swan home with me without ruining it. Probably not.
In a swoon of delighted anticipation, my mouth watering, I leaned over and
lifted the lid from the largest platter. Four plump steaks nestled in a bed of
wild mushrooms. The aroma nearly knocked me over.
    Josh dipped his index finger into the sauce and slurped it
noisily into his mouth. “Oh my god. You have to try this.”
    But I’d already replaced the cover. “Not yet, Josh! We can’t
eat yet. We’re supposed to read the note first. Remember? Where is it?” I fell
into the nearest chair, wedding dress, high heels and all. I picked up a white
envelope in the very center of the table, from where it leaned against a
candle. “Christ! It says Mr. and Mrs. Joshua Taylor. I hate that! I’m me. I’m
not Mrs. You .”
    He ignored that. He was busy snatching a mint from the candy
dish.
    “Put that back,” I said.
    “Fine. But I may die of hunger if this takes much longer.”
    I read the note to myself, sucked in my breath in surprise,
then passed it to him.
    He read it, then met my eye. “A game!”
    “A sex game,” I clarified, “for the two of us. It
might actually be fun.”
    “It might.”
    “Lots of fun.”
    Josh narrowed his eyes. “It says here that he’s offering a
prize if we complete the game.”
    “That’s a dirty old man who wrote that.”
    “Shocking, really.”
    “Appalling.”
    Josh leaned back in his seat, batting the letter against the
edge of the table. “It says if we want to play, we have to follow his
directions. If we want our prize tomorrow morning at breakfast, we have to do
everything his way.” He scratched his knee. “We can’t touch each other—or do
anything—without following his directions from this moment on. Angie.
That’s…sick.” Josh eyed me, his glance lingering on my bust, as Mr. Freaktown
had called it. “It’s sick. But tantalizing. Can we do that, Angie? Can we make
our wedding night into a game? His game?”
    We stared at each other, motionless.
    “Should we?” I whispered.
    “We shouldn’t. Definitely we shouldn’t. Why are we
whispering?”
    I cleared my throat. “I don’t know.”
    “Really, we ought to do the opposite of whatever that man
tells us.”
    “I know.”
    “We ought to grab our stuff and leave.”
    “I know.”
    His chest rose and fell. Rose and fell. He leaned forward.
“Angie, it’s crazy, but I think I might want to play along. Give me your hand.”
He set my hand on his crotch. “Feel that? I have the world’s hugest cock! Just
thinking about his game is making me hard.”
    I gave his erection a helpful squeeze through his suit
pants. Still holding my hand on his lap, I leaned closer to him and whispered
as quietly as I could, barely even moving my lips, “Josh. My love. It’s our
wedding night . I want you. I want you bad. I’ve waited for you all day.
This whole thing…having rules. Doesn’t it make you want to break them? Doesn’t it
make it all seem that much more tantalizing?”
    He kissed me. A light, gentle brush of lips. “Yes. It does.
Absolutely.”
    I breathed the next words right into his ear. “Just so you
know, I’m sopping wet down there…”
    “Down where?” he breathed back, his groin pressing against
my hand, his cock straining the seams of his dress pants.
    “A place you’ll soon be exploring. And yes. We’re this
close to breaking the rules.”
    “So we’re going to play?” He stared at me, unblinking.
    “We’ll play. Then tomorrow morning, after we get our prize,
we’ll leave.”
    “After breakfast?”
    “Immediately after breakfast.”
    We kissed again, breaking the rules one last time. Then I
leaned back and took a deep breath. The letter lay on the table beside Josh’s
dinner plate, where he’d let it fall. I picked it up. Read it a second time.
Met Josh’s