Rita’s POV

“The strip game got too predictable,” I said, voice low and a little shaky as I shifted closer on the couch. “Truth or dare instead. While we’re already like this.”

Fredrick stared at me for a long second. His boxers sat low on his hips, the thick outline of his cock already half hard against the dark fabric. My bra and panties left almost nothing to the imagination under the dim kitchen light spilling into the living room. The house stayed silent around us, parents still out at that anniversary dinner, the clock ticking louder than it should.

He nodded once. “Your rules.”

I swallowed hard. “Truth. Have...