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“How about we make a bet?” Doug backed her up against the credenza, stopping only when his body was pressed completely to hers. He moved one hand to her waist, slipping it beneath her crop top.

“What sort of bet?” Kinsey couldn’t think. His hand cupped her rib cage, sliding upward until the heel of his palm brushed the full curve of her breast.

“This weekend’s football game.” He wedged her legs apart with one knee. “The Texans win, I keep your bottoms. They lose, you model them for me.”

“How fair is any of that?” she asked, then gasped when he touched her.

“I like winning.” His hand made quick work with the hooks of her bra. “And getting my way.”

“So I can tell.”

Doug growled and ground his body against her until she whimpered. “Why the hell are you wearing pants?”

“I like pants.” She moaned.

“Learn to like dresses.”