A/N:  I'm sure you have already worked this out from the previous chapter, but a heads up anyways.  This chapter is NSFW

Initially I had considered breaking first and trying to get Jk disrobed before me. There were a couple reasons I had changed my mind and decided against that potential sequence of events. The first was that if I did the breaking it would show my hand and how I hustled Jk early on in our game. The second reason was that if he got me to at least remove my top I could use my cleavage as another weapon in my arsenal to distract him from scoring against me.

"Daisy, I'm going to lock the door. I don't want anyone walking in on you like that. I'm not sure I want anyone to be able to walk in during this game." I'm sure he isn't necessarily thinking along the same lines as I am at this point, but I am definitely thankful that the door has a lock on it. I imagine all of the rooms down here do. Hmm. That means the exercise room and personal theater probably do too. Definitely good information to know for future reference.

"That's fine, Jk." I smile at him. "Since, I'm obviously not very good I figured you should probably break again. I probably won't even manage to scatter the balls across the table." I almost feel guilty for lying, but I am pretty positive if the end result goes in the direction I anticipate it will then he will probably take only a short moment for him to quickly forgive me.

"You said if we have a streak of sinking two or more balls?" I guess now that his worries have been basically eliminated he is starting to come around to the idea. "I feel like perhaps we should change that a bit. Because what if I have a streak of sinking five? That hardly seems fair that I would only get you to remove one article of clothing." He applied a lethal duality smirk to punctuate his suggestion, and it has me mentally tripping up for a second or two.

I pause for a moment or two, not only to think but to regain my composure. "So, how about this then? Two to three balls equal one article of clothing. Four to five equal two. Six or Seven equal three. Sinking the 8 ball during a streak of four or more equals the rest of the clothing coming off, otherwise it counts the same as the two to three rule." I doubt he will get more than four in a streak, but just to be on the safe side.

His eyes smolder with dark desire and a competitive motivation to not only win the game but to bare my body to him as quickly as possible. "Shoes and socks should only count as one article of clothing too; not two separate ones."

I sigh as if I am against the implementation of that rule. "Fine, I suppose." Sorry, for my deception bunny. But I'm pretty sure I am gonna see your bare buns this time before you see mine.

I stand back as he sets up the game. I'm not certain if we will only play one game or multiple. I guess I will have to see how he reacts to my duplicity.

I stand behind him for a moment as he bends over just to admire the way the fabric of his jeans stretch and mold over the lethal curves of his ass. But, then I realize I should be acting worried about my own outcome of what happens after the break. So I instead move a safe distance lined with a side pocket and watch as he lines up his aim and sends the fifteen colorful balls scattering in every direction. He manages to sink two balls, a solid first and a striped second. He looks over at me, and I sigh as if I am greatly put off by my own suggestion.

I had forgotten that I had been washing most of my delicates, and that they were drying in my bathroom. I'm only reminded of this fact after I pull my t-shirt over my head and Jk gasps. That's when I remembered the black satin and lace bra I was wearing. I guess there were benefits to forgetting when I ended up left with the racy, provocative ones I had only planned on wearing when I was going to attempt to seduce one of them. I hadn't set out to seduce him this morning, but this definitely worked in my favor.

He lined up his next shot. The cue ball ended up close to me from the previous play so I walked over to the opposite side so I was directly in Jk's field of vision. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and lined up his next shot. I wasn't surprised that he managed to sink that one too. But he missed the one after that, so I went over to the rack of pool sticks and grabbed one measured in my preferred weight. I was thankful I was stripes. For some reason I had always preferred stripes over solids, almost a silly superstitious preference I suppose. I lined up and sank the first two no problem. Of course I turned to watch Jk pull off his own shirt. The flex of his abs with the movement had me transfixed, but I forced myself to turn away. The third shot was pretty straight forward also. It was the fourth that was problematic.

In order to line up the shot with the fourth ball I had to get into a position where I propped myself up on the opposite side of the pool table leaned over to take aim while sitting. I was a little rusty so I wasn't sure this would work or not, but I wanted at least to make the attempt to show off a little. Plus, this had the potential of being the fourth ball sunk by me, which meant another article of clothing. Granted it would probably be his shoes. But, I still felt a sense of satisfaction if I were to get two articles removed compared to the solo t-shirt he had achieved removing from me.

Once that ball disappears from the pool table as I successfully make my shot I glance over Jk's direction. He pulls off his shoes, just like I predicted, but he surprises me by unsnapping the button of his jeans soon after. "You hustled me, Daisy." He accuses me.

I nod then grin triumphantly. "Yeah, I did."

"I should be mad at you." I watch transfixed as he unzips the zipper.

"I mean. I can understand why you would be." I wrinkle my nose at the thought of my bunny angry with me. I really don't want to be on the opposite side of his wrath. Ever.

"But, you know, Daisy, if you wanted to get me to strip all you had to do was say so." He smirks at me.

"I thought it was funner this way." I watch as he peels the jeans over his sculpted thighs. I wet my lips as I trail my eyes all over his body. "I thought you might appreciate the idea that, at least in some cases, your soulmate was on equal footing competitively with you." Even though he insinuated that he wasn't angry by my course of action it was beginning to feel as if that might be the case after all. His demeanor completely changes as his stance becomes rigid. "You aren't mad after all. Are you?"

In a second his face does seem to transform as if I have angered him. He strides over to me, and I find myself unable to take any other course of action but to back away; because I find myself immediately nervous and concerned that I might have gone too far after all. He backs me up against the wall. Then he smiles seductively at me, and I find my muscles loosening their apprehensive tautness. "Like I said I should be. But, now I have you right where I want you. You can't escape."

I shake my head. "Trust me. I don't want to escape."

"I really do like this bra, Daisy." He changes the topic and strokes the pads of his fingers lightly across the bare skin above the fabric. Skirting an inch below where 'Euphoria' is branded on my skin.

"Er, thank you, although I should probably admit I hadn't necessarily worn it on purpose." I paused for a second, because while we had been this close before my brain was literally running a mile a minute at our proximity. "I had bought it and considered wearing it in such a situation. But, I am honestly currently washing my other delicates. Or rather they are currently drying in my bathroom." I sigh as I realize I could have simply said thank you rather than going on the rambling tangent I did.

He shakes his head at me. "I really don't understand how I make you so nervous. You were clever and seductive only a few moments ago, but now you are rambling and shy. Don't get me wrong. I love the shyness about you too."

"Yes, but does it really help us move on if we both get shy at these junctures?" I find myself sighing in slight annoyance with myself.

"Daisy, if you think I am being all shy right now, perhaps you should look again." He pauses for a second. "No, better yet, perhaps I should show you that I am anything but shy." He reaches between us and manages to flick open the button on my jeans with one swift movement. He pushes them over my hips with eager hands, but retraces his hands to my lace covered hips once my jeans are pooling around my ankles. "I shouldn't be surprised that the panties match the bra, but damn. If I had managed to sink enough shots and divest you out of your jeans I don't think we would be in this position. I don't think I would have been able to wait to trap you against the wall like this. I'm pretty damn sure I would have just spread you out over the pool table and taken you there." He closes the distance and he shows me with the movement of his own hips how that visual excites him. "But, I am kind of glad that isn't the case either. I'm pretty damn positive that would have been horribly uncomfortable for you."

I punctuate what I am about to say with a sigh as I lean into his ear and whisper. "In a heated moment like that? I'm not sure I would mind." Then with an additional devious thought I trace my fingers behind his ear smoothly gliding over his soulmate mark sending heated pulses through the both of us.

"Fuck." He barely mutters aloud, the word catching my ears on a sigh of his own. He quickly pulls back and finishes properly divesting me of my house slippers and jeans, but still leaving on the two pieces of black racy cloth.

His mouth once again seeks my own as one of his hands traces over the ridges of the pattern on the cup of my bra, and the other hand trails over my hip. I can feel the fingers of that hand lingering over the meager strip of cloth keeping my panties up on that side. I'm nearly lost to the sensation of feeling, but still I manage to wonder what he will do next.

As if he can read my mind he pulls away and whispers in my ear. "I really just want to take you hard and fast against the wall. But, I also want to touch you, taste you, and take you slowly. It's a struggle to decide on which one to settle on."

Both of those prospects sound amazing to me, and I would definitely rather he choose since this will be his first time. "I'm definitely fine with either. But, I think it should be your choice. Although, if you trace your fingers over me now you will know I am definitely ready and eager to simply be taken. You can always take me slowly another time."

He pulls away so I can look directly into his doe shaped eyes that lit with a flame of desire I have never seen in him before. "What if I just rip off these and take you fast this time? Then perhaps tonight I can spend time with you in your room. You can wear that specific piece of lingerie you bought with me in mind, and I can take you slowly and romantically then."

If I weren't a puddle of sensation I would ask him how he knows about the piece of lingerie. "I'm all for that idea. Well, except for the ripping part. This bra and panty set was not cheap."

He grins at my argument. "I didn't necessarily mean literally rip." Then he pauses for a second, and I know he is mentally playing out a scene like that in his head. He groans and leans closer to me. His excitement brushing against my stomach. Then in the blink of an eye he is quickly divesting me of the rest of my clothing. He doesn't even fully take off his boxers, instead letting them simply remain pooled around his ankles, before he is hoisting me against the wall. His cock perfectly positioned to nudge at my entrance. He moves himself away for a moment to stroke at my center. The sensation of the pads of his fingers against my heated flesh has me arching my head back against the wall. "Damn, Sweetheart, you are already drenched."

I sigh happily at the sweet endearment that he has never applied to me before this moment. I lean my head back against the wall. "I told you I was definitely into your suggestion. Jk, you only have to barely touch me, and I immediately become wound up in a big ball of need."

He groans at that thought. "You probably shouldn't tell me things like that."

I smile. "Why's that?"

"Because it will make it impossible to think while you are anywhere in my vicinity in the future."

I laugh sardonically at that. Ironic since I feel like that with all of them. I'm just glad I somehow manage not to show it often. I don't say that out loud however. This is Jk's moment, and my focus is solely on him alone.

He takes advantage of my moment of distraction, lining up with me, and pushing inside of me in one strong thrust. In this position I can't do much more than let him coax my hips back and forth and allow his muscles and the wall to take my weight. But with every deep thrust he reaches that spot inside of me that makes me see stars. "Oh, you feel so good Jk."

His breathing shutters for a moment. "I don't know what I expected. But, damn you are so tight and warm. Holy Shit." He groans out. "You feel so fucking good, Sweetheart." Then he takes my lips fiercely. His tongue infiltrating my mouth and mirroring his thrusts as he takes me. He pulls away on a sigh. "I'm really close, Daisy. But, I want to feel you come first. I want that to trigger my own release."

I trail my hands over my breasts for a moment, watching his eyes darken with the movement. Yet, he still somehow manages to keep his rhythm. I continue to pinch my nipple of my right breast while my left hand continues trailing a path further south. I sneak my fingers between us and rub at my clit to the same rhythm as the one he is using to drive me wild. I keen when that crest is right there, and he makes a masculine groan in response. When that orgasm begins to hit me is when he loses control and chases after his own orgasm. We somehow manage to come together perfectly in sync. I lay my head back against the wall behind me. He manages to stay within me and lays his head just under my collarbone. Under the soulmate mark that brands me as his.

"I know I need to move, but I'm not sure I am able to yet." He mutters.

"As long as you are able to support my weight and not fall I don't mind staying here for a couple more minutes."

He pulls away to look me directly in my eyes. "I'll never let you fall."

That's all he says, but something tells me that's not all he means. My thoughts are too scattered right now to think to ask about it though. I do ask him something else though.

"So, do you still want to spend the night with me?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely."

I chuckle at that response which has him groaning as my core unintentionally tightens around him. 

A/N:  I'm actually not that happy with chapter.  I do like it, but It was never my intent to write this moment out like this.  I did consider having her hustle him, but I didn't consider it happening this soon.