I looked at him. A slow, wicked smile spread across my lips. "I know how to sign on divorce papers." I tilted my head. Challenging him. "Do you wanna try?" His eyes darkened. Something dangerous flickered in them. But then—he smiled. Slow. Predatory. "Nice play, wifey." His thumb traced my lower lip again. Slowly. Deliberately. "But I don't know how to sign divorce papers." He leaned closer. His lips brushing against my ear. His voice dropped to a dark whisper. "If you want... we can play a different game." "A game where you lose. Every. Single. Time." "A game where the prize is you. Naked. Breathless. Begging for more." "A game where I win. And you forget why you ever wanted to leave." "Wanna try that, wifey?"