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Four out of five bowling games. Two out of three rounds of pool. One out of one games of mini golf. She had lost and it normally wouldn’t have got to her but today it did. Toward the end of their date night Kirstie had gotten extremely sick of losing. She was also extremely sick of the smug but sexy look on Maks’ face. She was definitely not done with him. “Strip poker.” Kirstie demanded as they arrived home and she marched in the door grabbing the supplies for the game from the office. Maks looked shocked but intrigued. “What?” “Strip Poker.” She repeated. Maks raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?” “Why, scared you’re going to lose?” Kirstie challenged. Maks laughed shaking his head no while starring at her in awe. She was so sexy when she was demanding. “Not if you aren’t. What are the stakes?” “Whoever loses has to do whatever the other wants for two weeks.” Kirstie said matter-of-factly. She had already contemplated it the entire way home. “Whatever the other wants?” Maks clarified. Kirstie nodded. Shooting him an unafraid look. She could whoop anyone’s ass during poker anytime anywhere and she knew it. “Okay, deal.” Maks said as they both entered the living room and he sat in the seat across from her. “You want to shuffle or should I?” Kirstie asked "You can." He said. He watched her intently. She was so beautiful when she was determined. Hell, she was always beautiful but there was something in the way her hair fell messily from the evening out and the tight black dress she was wearing that mesmerized him. Maks was so caught up in her he didn't realize she had already dealt them five cards a piece. "Are you going to play or watch me?" She asked. He shook her out of his mind. He was hell bent on winning this. "Let's go." He says picking up his cards. He had a damn good hand but he doesn't let it show. He looks up only to catch her eyeing him. The look on her face is almost enough for him to ask why they're doing this instead of other things but no, he's going to go along with it. He lays down his four of kind hand but it's followed by a royal flush from her. Kirstie smirks and he takes off his jacket. The next victim of the game is his shirt. He can see the heat in her face rising when he pulls his shirt over his head. Normally he would have kicked off his shoes before his shirt but he wants to distract her and by the hunger in her eyes it appears to be working. Nice move she thinks but she has a plan of action that's going to drive him crazier. She looks down at her cards and plays her hand. Bam. He beats her with a full house. She smiles, looking him straight in the eye as she reaches for and pulls down her black lace panties and tosses them next to his chair. "Two can play at your game." She says. He laughs but she can already see the pure want on his face. His shoes, socks, tie, are next after Kirstie wins three hands in a row. Maks wasn't expecting this and she can tell which only adds to her fun. Maks' pants are off on the fourth win. He keeps eye contact as he strips with the rhythm of a dancer. He's messing with her. Trying to screw with her emotions and it's working. She purposely loses the next two rounds to get the show on the road. She's so far ahead it doesn't matter anyway. "Can you unzip me?" Kirstie asks, tossing her sweater to the floor and moving her hair out of the way as Maks helps her out of her dress. His voice catches in his throat at how beautiful she looks. When he sits back down she notices his already hardened state. The next hand goes fast. Maks barely had time to think before Kirstie's announcing she won and telling him to take drop his boxers. He can't believe she actually beat him as he sits there a moment in astonishment. Then laughs. Of course this would be her best game of the night. He thinks to himself, forever amazed by her. "You heard me. Take. It. Off." Kirstie demands. He snaps back, pulls down his boxers and kicks them off as his mouth comes down on hers and his hands get lost in her hair. She cups the sides of his face as she returns the kiss. Tongues dueling. They make it to the bedroom. He's so glad they've settled all of the games because he is so done with anything that doesn't include his hands on her body. "Tell me," He moans into her as he sucks on her collarbone. "Tell me what you want." "Shut up and fuck me. Hard." Kirstie commanded. If this is what he gets when he loses he can't imagine if he'd won. He loved her and there wasn't a day that passed that he forgot it. A/N: 3AM fic so excuse me. Prompt: "You heard me. Take. It. Off."

Drabble Prompt: ”Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

-Kirstie Alley, The Art of Men