Anthony makes the hand sign for drinks from across the rooftop. Rosa responds with a head shake. The music is loud, bass pumping into the night; Rosa looks up at the stars. Everyone around her is drunk, bodies gyrating to the beat. The crowd is mid-twenties, dressed in short skirts, ripped jeans, tank-tops, tight dresses; showing flesh in the warm summer night. Aidan appears with a beer and a glass of sparkling water. He passes the water to his wife.
"I thought you were off the drink," Rosa shouts in his ear, over the din.
"Just having a couple."
Aidan sips his drink defensively, eyes on the crowd. There is a blonde girl in a tiny, figure-hugging red dress dancing in front of the DJ. Rosa can see all eyes are on her and steals a sidelong glance at her husband: he's noticed the girl too.
"You enjoying yourself?"
Aidan's eyes snap back to his wife.
"Sure. This place is packed. I'm glad Davey got us the invite."
Rosa sips her water. She doesn't say anything.
Davey and Anthony are threading their way back through the crowd, drinks in hand. Theo is trailing behind Ant, carrying an ice bucket with champagne and a fistful of glasses. It's going to be a long night.
"Davis," Aidan says as Davey approaches.
Davey nods, "Aidan. Good to see you out and about. Rosa."
Rosa nods in return. Davey distributes the drinks in his hands but his attention is already back on the girl dancing in the red dress. Rosa watches him watching her. He's good-looking, maybe a year or two older than her, and perennially between girlfriends. She knows he likes to portray himself as a self-made property magnate, but she knows it's all backed up by the money from his late father. He's the kind of guy who knows he's a good catch, she thinks to herself.
They talk and dance and drink for what feels like hours. Aidan nurses his beer, conscious of his wife's eyes on him. Davey is soon off prospecting in the crowd; Theo and Anthony are in high spirits, sharing out the champagne with whoever needs it. It's just like old times, like they'd wound the clock back five years, to when Rosa and Aidan had first met. They'd hit bars and parties like this one every week, dancing until the small hours and then falling into bed in his tiny apartment, drunk and horny, ready to make love until the sun came up.
Rosa knows that it wasn't really like that. There was something about retrospect that edited together all the highlights and left out all the boring parts, all the shit, so that when you remembered it, only then did you realise just what an outrageous life you'd been living. Anthony had been there from the start, on his own at first but then picking up Theo at the end of one wild night where he'd convinced Aidan and Rosa to try a new gay bar in the city. Aidan had said it wasn't going to last, but here they were now, bouncing stories off each other at the table, years down the line.
Everyone was settling down, except Arly. Rosa can see she's keeping an eye out, looking for a body with whom she could end the night on a high, either literally or figuratively. Charlie and Stefan are on the dancefloor, her arms around Stefan's shoulders in some drunken imitation of the Bolero. Rosa wishes she was drinking, wishes she could just throw it all in and lose herself for one night, embrace the fun all her friends are having. Aidan slips up behind her, arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck.
"You can have one, you know. The champagne. Ant got it because he knows that's what you like."
Rosa twists so she can see her husband's face.
"He's getting through it fine without me."
"That's not the point."
Rosa's face creases in momentary irritation.
"Then, Aidan, please tell me what the point actually is?"
Her husband sighs, squeezing her tighter.
"Fun. That's the point. Stress is not good. It doesn't help."
"This," she replies in a quiet voice, resigned, "This isn't helping."
Aidan's hand presses lightly onto her tummy. She can feel the pressure, recalling the feeling of his hands on her in the gym, doubled over, helpless.
"Let's just do another half an hour," Aidan insists. "See how we go."
Rosa shrugs.
"You said that an hour ago."
"Then we can, y'know."
"Can what?"
"It's a long time until sunrise."
---
They go out for brunch, after a late start. Aidan picks the usual coffee shop, just down from their apartment block. The area is full of the same new buildings, cookie-cutter residences for the young up-and-coming demographic, with a coffee shop on each corner and easy access via the bus routes to the city. Today, the place is crowded with people: young couples, some with dogs, twittering to each other about the inconsequential events of the week just ended.
Aidan picks a table outside, next to a couple in their late twenties with a small dog on a red lead under the table. The woman is in tiny denim shorts, showing off her perfect legs. Her boyfriend's hand rests lightly on her knee while they talk. It looks like they looked, Rosa thinks, just a few short years ago: easy, charming, full of possibilities. Minus the designer dog.
The waitress comes over and Aidan asks Rosa what she would like to eat. It's always the same, the menu is laminated and hasn't changed in a year. They put their orders in and settle down to wait, but Rosa needs to get something off her chest. Aidan already suspects this and is eyeing her carefully.
"We said that we were going to lay off the alcohol."
Aidan shifts in his seat. "I know," he says, "But I thought a couple of beers would do no harm. It's all I had all night. No harm done."
"You don't know that. If we're trying, we can't just skip whenever it suits us. We need to maximise our chances."
Aidan holds his hand up. "I know. Okay. You think I don't know?"
Rosa becomes sullen.
"Babe, we've been maximising. The other day in the gym."
"Was two days too early. Last night would have been better, but after getting in at three I was past the point by then."
Aidan is clearly forcing himself to keep calm and not rise to the bait. He responds in a level tone, "Today would equally be fine. If you wanted to."
"I wanted to last night. But not at three."
"You should have said."
"Before I saw you drinking." And eyeing up the girl in the red dress, she adds, to herself.
"Let's not," Aidan says.
hey both lean back in their chairs at the same time, unconsciously synchronised. Aidan watches Rosa watching the people walk past. He clears his throat and shifts his chair so that they are touching. Rosa looks up.
"I guess that...."
"What?"
"It's all become a little, uh, forced." Aidan shrugs. "The schedule."
"Well, there's not much I can do about that. It's called a menstrual cycle for a reason."
Rosa is becoming agitated. Aidan wraps her in his arms, trying to head off an argument.
"Don't think this is going to help," Rosa tells him.
"It should."
Aidan pulls her into him. Their faces are close.
"It's supposed to be fun," he says, watching her face closely.
The corners of Rosa's mouth turn down, and she replies, "It doesn't feel very much like fun."
"Maybe that's the problem."
Rosa looks into her husband's eyes and then slowly her head sinks onto his chest.
"No," she says, "That's not the problem. We know the problem. It's me."
Aidan sighs and plants a soft kiss in his wife's hair.
"I wish sometimes I never took the damn test," he says at last.
"Wishes are free. Besides, we needed to know if it was you or me. And now we know it's not you."
Aidan feels his wife shudder in his arms and he knows she's about to start crying, about to spiral into self-hate again.
"Look," he says quickly, "How about we put the fun back in it? Make a game."
"Sure. Like what? Dodge the egg?" Rosa replies sourly.
"Something to lighten the load. So that you don't feel so...."
"Smothered," Rosa concedes. "I feel smothered. Sometimes like I just, uh. Sometimes I feel like I just can't breathe."
Aidan lifts his hands to cradle his wife's pretty face. He can see her eyes are watery, knows that she's trying to hold it all in.
"Then we need to turn up the oxygen. I have an idea for a game. Do you want to hear how it works?"
Rosa's eyes are searching his. She wants to believe that he has the solution, but she knows that he couldn't possibly have found one. They are up against the fundamental constraints of biology: wishful thinking is the last thing she needs.
Eventually, she replies. "Okay. Tell me."
Aidan grins and kisses her.
"It's pretty simple. We find a sport to bet on and...."
Rosa groans, feeling her heart sink.
"No, wait. Please."
Rosa surveys him warily, but remains silent.
"We make a bet on the game," Aidan continues. "Winner gets to pick what happens next. Like, in bed."
"That's so fucking dumb."
She sees how her words goad him, a tiny part of her relishing inflicting a little hurt.
"It's not. It's fun," Aidan rejoins, stubbornly.
"How does it work then? What are the rules? What does the winner get?"
Aidan can read his wife's expression. She's antagonising him; he knows that she's teetering on the brink of another angry outburst, and he's determined not to let that happen.
"So, we both pick something we would like the other person to do, and we both agree that whatever we pick is equivalent. We start out small."
"Like, if I win, you have to wash the dishes for a week?"
"Yes. Uh, no," Aidan struggles, "Uh, I mean it's gotta involve sex. The entire idea is to spice it up."
"Like a rape fantasy in the gym wasn't spicy enough?"
Aidan shakes his head, "No, like that was... sure that was spicy, but I mean... uh."
Rosa can see Aidan is struggling. She regards him coolly, watching him squirm, then comes to a decision. Let's see where this is going, she thinks. Time to throw him a lifeline.
"That was a one off you mean," Rosa says, "And this is about things that we can do all the time."
"Yes. Exactly, yes. They don't have to be little things, but I think yes. We should maybe start off small."
"I don't care, so long... and this is a rule... so long as you're inside me at the end. We're not wasting a drop."
Aidan ventures a grin, and Rosa responds. She can see the relief in his face.
"So what's the first bet? What would I win?" she asks.
"You name it. That's the point. I say what I want too."
"Okay. So, what do you want?"
"Ladies first."
"Oh no, stud. You started this. Batter up."
"Fine. Oral."
Rosa's eyebrows arch. "Wow, that was quick. It's like you already had this all plotted out."
Aidan looks uncomfortable again. "No. I... it's just start with something small, right?"
"Okay. Matching."
"What?"
"Matching. If I win, I get oral, if you win, you get oral. But either way, you finish inside me. Deal?"
Aidan grins and kisses his wife passionately. "Game on," he says.
"So," Rosa says, "How do we start?"
"Well, I guess we need something to bet on."
"Right now."
"Huh?"
"We need to get on with it today. Y'know, the schedule?"
"Uh, Rosa. Fun, remember?"
"Sure. Fun. Let's start the fun right now, on schedule."
---
They finish brunch quickly and Rosa steers them down the street to the pub. Aidan is puzzled, but Rosa leads him inside.
"It's early for a drink," he says, as they stand at the bar.
"No. Not that," Rosa replies, pointing through to the array of screens in the back bar. Aidan can see various sports being played, horse races, a game of tennis.
"Ah, gotcha."
Rosa orders a Coke and a soda water with lime.
"Full sugar," she says, handing the Coke to her husband, "For energy. You're gonna need it, when you're down there after I win."
"You mean after I win."
"Whatever, stud. Just remember, I expect full service."
Rosa turns and Aidan follows her into the back, feeling suddenly relieved at his wife's change of mood. She looks out of place among the older men watching sports at midday, sitting on a bar stool in her tiny white shorts with her toned legs crossed. Aidan knows that he'll have no problem, win or lose, as he runs a hand down Rosa's spine through her little blue t-shirt. It crosses his mind that she's dressed to show off bare skin, as he lets his eyes wander over her body, on purpose. But it's the way her mood has lifted with his dumb idea, how she's now on board with the plan, that encourages him. He allows himself to picture her face between his thighs after he's won, her perfect lips kissing his manhood, bringing him erect.
Aidan slides onto the stool next to her and feels his cock begin to stir. Win or lose, this was going to be good.
"Whatcha think, babe?" Rosa asks, taking in the screens.
Aidan takes her hand in his and positions it on his crotch so she can feel the tension.
"I'm thinking we pass on the tennis. That's going to go for hours," Aidan replies.
He can feel Rosa's hand slide out of his grip and her fingers begin to trace the ridge in his pants.
"Football's at half time," she muses, "But the score's still pretty close. Could go either way."
She squeezes him gently and he can feel the blood rushing into his manhood.
"Still would take ages."
Now fully erect, he can feel her fingers circling the head of his cock through his pants. The old men seem to be oblivious to Rosa's actions under the bar table, as she lifts her soda innocently to her soft, delicate lips with her free hand. Rosa points to one of the screens.
Race four's about to start."
Uh, yeah," Aidan replies huskily, distracted by the movement of his wife's fingers between his legs.
"How do we do it? Pick the winner?"
"Sure."
"Then what happens if neither of our horses win? Do we wait for race five? Do we just keep going?"
"I dunno."
Rosa smiles brightly, and gives him a quick squeeze. "Takes too long. I know! The horses have a number, so we can do odds and evens. What do you want to be, babe? Odd or even?"
Aidan is focused on the fact that she is running the nail of her index finger lightly up and down the head of his cock through his pants, bringing him achingly erect.
"I don't care. You choose."
"Evens."
Aidan feels her hand move and suddenly the pressure on his manhood is released as she unzips his fly. Her cool fingers wrap around his rigid shaft.
"They're under starters orders," she coos in his ear, "Let's hope it's a big finish."
The stalls open and the horses explode out of the gates. Aidan feels his wife's hand grab his cock in excitement. Across the bottom of the screen, the running order is displayed: each number switches back and forth in the line as the horses battle for position on the bend. Number three, a chestnut mare, is two lengths ahead and Aidan allows himself a moment of hope. A white mare bearing number six separates from the pack, thundering around on the outside to close the gap. Aidan feels Rosa's hand tighten on him in excitement, squeezing a thrill that shivers through his body.
"Go baby!" she hisses through clenched teeth.
Aidan says nothing, but is willing the chestnut mare on with all his strength. The gap closes and they round onto the home straight. Rosa gives him a little tug under the table, building his arousal. He looks across at his wife: it was unintentional, caused by the excitement of the race. The horses are neck and neck as they bear down on the finish line. Rosa grips him painfully hard.
"Come on!"
His jockey applies the crop, urging the horse to greater exertions but it becomes painfully clear to Aidan that the chestnut mare is spent. Rosa's horse wins by half a length, and suddenly the pressure is released from his manhood as she claps.
Aidan turns to his wife, but her eyes are still on the screen, watching her horse drop now to a canter, warming down after the race. Eventually she looks at Aidan, a secret little smile forming on her gorgeous face.
"Sorry for your loss," she says. "And sorry for getting you all worked up. Can you get it back in?"
Aidan watches his wife rest her delicate chin on her hands, smiling sweetly, fully aware of his raging, abandoned hard-on under the table.
"Shall I give you a minute?"
"Thanks. That'd be good."
"Just a minute though. We need to head back. I want to collect my winnings."
Rosa downs her soda and gets up off the stool.
"Hold on. You said a minute."
"Still hard?"
"Very."
Rosa crosses her arms, forcing her small breasts together, showing tantalising cleavage.
"That's not helping," Aidan mutters.
"What?"
"You. Looking very... um...."
"Fuckable?"
"Yes."
Rosa leans close to Aidan's ear.
"I want you to get yourself under control, then come straight home with me," she breathes into his ear, "Then I want you to get between my legs with that delicious tongue of yours and bring me to orgasm. And then when you're done with that, I want you to breed me."
She kisses Aidan on his neck and with a swirl of long, dark hair she turns and struts out of the bar. Aidan wrestles with his zip as he watches her tight bottom wiggling in her little white shorts. His erection is not going anywhere any time soon.
---
They take the elevator up to the fourth floor, Aidan's hand in the back pocket of Rosa's shorts, his fingers caressing her firm, rounded rear underneath the fabric. She's leaning into him, her hip pressed into his crotch. Aidan's hard again and he knows his wife can feel his erection pressing against her thigh. The elevator stops at their floor and they get out. No words are said.
Inside the apartment, Aidan kicks the door closed and places both hands on his wife's behind, lifting her off her feet. In response, she wraps her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. Aidan's over a head taller than Rosa, and built powerfully. Her weight barely registers as he carries her to the nearest horizontal surface: the breakfast bar.
Rosa is dropped onto the cool white stone surface and she immediately leans back, unwrapping her legs. Aidan savours the sight for a moment: Rosa smiling in front of him in her little t-shirt and tight shorts, legs spread to give him full access to her crotch. He can see the excitement in her face, matching his own.
Aidan plucks at the button of her shorts, opening the fly. Rosa raises her hips. There is to be no build-up, Aidan realises, he's supposed to get directly down to business. His large hands grip the waistband of her shorts, snarling up the material of her panties underneath and in one rough motion, he heaves and she's suddenly naked from the waist down.
"Oh!" Rosa exclaims, the first words she'd spoken since they got back to the apartment building.
"Too rough?"
"Doesn't matter. I have more. Fucking rip them if you need to."
Aidan's eyes are on his wife's exposed crotch now, the neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair nestled above her already puffy labia. She's very aroused, Aidan realises. He feels the same, but also elated: his dumb fucking idea is working.
"I want to see all of you," he says as his hands settle on the insides of his wife's thighs. Rosa responds quickly, pulling her t-shirt over her head, snapping the clasp of her bra open and freeing her small, pert breasts. Her willingness takes him by surprise.
Aidan's urges intensify as he enjoys the view of his wife's perfect, toned body on the white stone of the breakfast bar, his thumbs drifting up her thighs to begin to stroke her swollen lips. He needs to enter her, but first he has a debt to pay. He sees Rosa look down, watching his hands at work on her naked body, and hears her sigh softly.
"You look spectacular," Aidan murmurs, bending down to her crotch.
Before she can respond, he kisses her on her pussy, feeling her moisture on his lips.
"Are you happy you won?"
"Are you disappointed you lost?"
Aidan laughs softly. "Oh baby, this is not a chore."
He teases her apart gently with his thumbs, revealing her inner lips, discovering the tip of her clit poking out from under the fold of her hood. He purses his lips and blows gently across her revealed entrance, feeling Rosa's thighs quiver in response.
"You like that?"
"Do it again."
He blows again, closer this time, longer, making Rosa shiver with delight.
"You're so sensitive. I guess I wasn't the only one turned on in the bar."
Rosa lets out a long breath, relishing the closeness of her husband to her most private area, but he doesn't dip into her pussy. Instead, Aidan begins to plant soft kisses each side, in the nook between thigh and crotch, teasing her. Rosa groans.
"C'mon. I won. Stop delaying."
Aidan pauses mid-kiss. "You didn't specify a timescale."
He resumes his progress between her legs, alternating kisses either side until his lips make contact with her labia.
"That's it," Rosa sighs, "That's what I'm looking for. Time to pay out."
Aidan laughs, the sounds of his laughter vibrating from his lips into her crotch. Rosa giggles.
"Tickles?"
"Yeah."
"How about this?"
Aidan kisses her clit, pursing his lips around her swollen bud as he sucks gently. Rosa squirms, her thighs closing around Aidan's head. Aidan plants another kiss, then begins to work around her hardened nub with the tip of his tongue.
"How does that feel?" he murmurs.
Rosa sucks in a breath, but doesn't reply. Between her legs, Aidan begins to smile. He runs his tongue down her slit until he can taste her entrance, the tang of her juices. Rosa quivers again, pressing against his ears with the muscles of her inner thighs.
Aidan's tongue snakes inside her, his nose nuzzling her clit as he laps at her opening in the way that he knows she loves. His hands come up to her knees and he applies force, driving her legs apart, splaying her wide for easier access to her.
"Oral, you said. Does that include a finger?" he asks, but Rosa's only response is a low moan.
He slides his index finger into her, twisting it around so his fingertip is stroking the front wall of her passage, tracing around until he can find that little magic spot. Rosa's hips buck involuntarily and she groans as Aidan begins to stroke that spot inside her, all the while working her clit with his lips, drawing her into his mouth so he can lap at her nub with his tongue tip.
Aidan feels his erection pushing against his pants as he tastes his squirming wife's flow, but he doesn't let up. Instead, he keeps it at a steady pace, listening to the sounds that Rosa is making as her heat builds. He laps at her clit with the flat of his tongue and she groans loudly, a tremor around his intruding finger. Aidan laps again, and she squirms.
"Getting close?"
"Uh huh."
He looks up to see Rosa's eyes are closed, focusing on the feelings inside herself as Aidan works on her body. Aidan pulls away and blows a little cool stream of air across her moistness. Rosa's face contorts in frustration. Smiling, Aidan begins to work his fingertip over her g-spot again, bringing her back to the edge, waiting until he feels her pussy begin to quiver and then stopping. Rosa grunts in disappointment.
Aidan keeps up with the cycle, teasing her to the edge and then pulling her away again, watching each time as her reaction becomes more desperate. His hand is slick now with her juices and he brings his thumb up to stroke the underside of her clit as his tongue bears down on it, squeezing it gently and eliciting a non-verbal response from his wife. Aidan can feel his cock throbbing in his underwear, desperate to be free, aching to slip inside her gorgeous body.
He slides two fingers inside her, massaging her inside even as his thumb and lips stimulate her opening. Rosa begins to build to her climax, quivering against his fingers, but this time Aidan doesn't pull back. The motion of his fingers becomes more urgent as he licks and sucks her nub, eliciting a strangled cry from Rosa's throat.
Aidan doesn't relent. Instead, he pushes her further, up to her edge, tongue rasping against her engorged clit, feeling the hardness of her button against his insistent tongue. Rosa begins to quiver and pulse, her fists clenching and her toes curling. Aidan brings her right to the edge and then laps the flat of his tongue against her slit, forcing her over into orgasm.
Rosa's thighs shake and Aidan can feel her insides clench around his fingers as her pussy milks his intruding digits for her pleasure. She cries out, back arching as her climax ripples through her. Finally, Rosa leans back, elbows on the cool white stone, panting.
With deliberate slowness, Aidan stands up and leans over his wife, watching her catch her breath. He strips off his t-shirt and unbuckles the belt of his jeans. He can see that Rosa's eyes are following his movements now, watching him unzip his fly and shuck his jeans and underwear down his legs. Her eyes come to rest on his cock, springing fully erect and pointing directly at her spread legs.
Aidan leans forward, covering her hands with his so that she can't move, his thumbs wrapping around her wrists. She edges her hips forwards, dropping her bottom off the breakfast bar, curling her hips to the correct height for him to enter her. Rosa suspends her legs wide in mid-air, the muscles of her stomach tight as she holds her body rigidly in place as she waits for him.
Aidan moves forwards and her legs encircle his thighs, pulling him in tightly, an intimate docking manoeuvre, until the tip of his cock nestles in her entrance. In answer, Aidan's body bears down on hers and he penetrates her. He slides into her fully, until he feels her pubic hair brushing his and the firm ring of her cervix pressing against the tip of his manhood.
Aidan leans over his wife's naked body and breathes, "Now, I'm going to breed you."
Her legs are wrapped around Aidan's waist, her arms clamped in place by her husband's hands; Rosa has no room to manoeuvre. Instead, she looks down to where his crotch meets hers and Aidan takes it as a signal to begin fucking her. He watches too, fascinated by the sight of his rigid manhood disappearing into the woman he loves, feeling her tense around him with every stroke.
"I love being inside you," he whispers.
"Matching," Rosa breathes in reply.
She pulses around him, and he feels a thrill of sensation ripple through his core, lost in the exquisite friction of sliding into her. He leans forward, seeking her lips with his, feeling her tongue slipping into his mouth as she tastes her own juices on his tongue. He breaks off the kiss, dipping down to take a rigid nipple between his lips, sucking on her teat until she squirms with delight.
"Uh, yeah," Rosa mumbles, eyes closed as she loses herself in the sensations. "Don't, uh, hold back. I'm all good."
He can see how ready she is, the need in her face. Rosa's had her foreplay and Aidan knows he's not going to last.
"Shouldn't have teased me in the bar," he growls.
Picking up the pace, he's going as deep as he can without hurting her, revelling in the sensation. Feeling the friction of her around him, his thoughts evaporate and he's driven now by the burning need to sate himself inside her. He hisses, drawing in air through gritted teeth as the tension of his own climax begins to build deep inside his core.
Without warning, Rosa's body arches, her pussy clamping down on his cock, letting out a thin wailing noise as her orgasm crests. Aidan can't stop, though, and he drives into her harder, building the pressure until he feels himself approach his edge. He buries his face in the soft skin of Rosa's neck and thrusts hard, all the way into her three or four times, cresting over the edge and bursting inside her, pumping his seed deep into his wife's body.
He shudders to a halt, conscious now of his own ragged breathing and the burning sensation in his abdominal muscles from thrusting so powerfully into Rosa's yielding body. Sweat prickles on his skin. He can feel Rosa's body heat radiating under him as he plants a long, lingering kiss on his wife's lips.
Aidan's manhood is slackening, but he feels the dampness of her skin, the fingernails digging into the muscles of his broad back, the feeling of being clamped by her vagina as she buries her face into his neck.
"Got it all out of your system?" she breathes.
He feels her giggle: the sound of her voice next to his ear but also the pulsing of her pussy around his cock as her abdomen ripples.
"We'd better be sure. You accepted the rules," Rosa says.
"Which rules?"
"Remember? We don't waste a drop."
Aidan stands there for a moment in the kitchen, supporting the weight of his wife's body wrapped around him. He feels the pulse of her vaginal muscles squeezing his softening cock, still embedded within her.
"Give me a minute," he gasps.
"Sure," Rosa purrs in his ear, "But just a minute. Then it's back to breeding duties."
"Whatever you say," Aidan replies as he carries his wife to their bedroom.
Rosa buries her face in his neck. He can feel her long, dark hair brushing against his cheek.
"It's good to win," she whispers.
---
[Next chapter: Aidan ups the ante on their next bet: spa massage and a waxing for the winner, as Rosa is put through her paces in a bikini in front of the camera.
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