Flirting Bets Novels & Stories

While shuffling the cards, she said, "Besides, how do you know what's in my mind? Isn't it because you've thought about it too?" Griffith was at a loss for words while she placed the cards on the coffee table with a slap. "Wanna play?" Griffith licked his lips and asked, "What are we betting on?" "We're just playing a simple game with no bets. It's just for fun." "Then let's not play. It's a waste of time."

My flirting game definitely needed a little work, but he went along with it, being the cutie that he is. A giggle leaves my mouth as I place the cue stick back in the holder. I turn around and grin, putting my hand out with my palm up. "That will cost you one hundred bucks. You know, for schooling you," I said flirtatiously. He chortles and shakes his head, closing my palm. Warm tingles spread up my wrist as he asks, "Will you settle for maybe, my number and dinner?" My heart is thumping faster in my chest, but I tilt my head to the side and pucker my lips, making him think that I'm contemplating his offer. "I guess that'll do." I smile and, as he returns the gesture, his cheeks slightly blu

She turned back and nodded approvingly. "It's a good view. So?" "So, what?" "Soooo, twenty bucks. To go flirt with him." "You're paying me to flirt with strangers now?" Dani heaved an exaggerated sigh. "Well, I can't get you to do it any other way. Don't think of it as payment. Think of it as me betting twenty dollars that you won't have the nerve to do it." "I don't have the nerve. Congrats. Keep your money." "Deira!" She pouted and looked at me through her lashes. I laughed.

He motioned his hand for her to get closer, and with a confused gaze, she leaned forward, and he moved to her ear, almost like he was about to spill a secret that had been buried for ages. "Do you know there's a bet on you? The people are betting for your win or loss," He leaned back and smirked. She raised an eyebrow. "What did you bet on?" He laughed, throwing his head back. "What made you think I was going to bet?" He looked at her face and found an unamused look. "Alright, alright. You caught me. Actually, I was going to bet on your loss, but..." He swept his gaze over quickly and winked. "Now that I have seen you, you have tickled my fantasy, and now I'm betting on your win. You can't d

To put it mildly. “The Claws run a bit of a…. an underground competition, shall we say, where we pitch two men — fine athletes — against each other for sport. Then, our guests are free to place wagers on the fighters.” “Spit shine a turd, it’s still shit,” Declan said with a grin, which Patrick immediately mirrored.

A soft smile spread on my lips, and the way he jolted, I knew his wolf tingled. "Just a little of me, and I guess you are dripping hard and soiled. Should we bet?" I raised my pinky finger in the air. He parted a weak smile, one I knew had too many meanings and I was completely unaware when I had a deep push down my throat. "I like bets. Especially one with you, my dear Charlie!" Jayden clicked his tongue, rolled it nastily, and heat pooled in my groin. His tongue wrapped over my cock, thrusting it like it was everything in the world. Flashes hit my head, and I pulled aside, sparing him another hard stare. His jaw tightened.

I teased. "Please, you know I win way more than I lose. I'll be kicking your ass today." Lori growled. "Kissing is more like it. I'm going to own you." "I'd bet my ass you couldn't pull that kind of comeback." She laughed and turned to check out her shirt in the mirror. "It is a sweet shirt." "What? Against THAT shirt? Hardly a fair bet." "What the hell are you talking about?" "You said you'd bet your skinny ass against that shirt, which is ridiculous. The shirt's worth at least a thousand. A roll with you is worth maybe $20?" I was hitting her had.

Yoan was optimistic about James. “Haha,” Jeffery chuckled. Yoan had confidence in James, but Jeffery also had faith in Hayden. “How about we make a bet?” Jeffery said with a smile. Yoan agreed. “Sure. What are we betting on?” Jeffery said, “We’ll bet on whether James can withstand Hayden’s three moves. If he succeeds and can still stand up, then I lose. If he can’t stand up and completely loses combat power, then you lose. Since we’re just playing around, how about the loser slaps himself three times?”

He said as his lips kept on continuing their sweet torture against the skin of my neck and it tickled a bit. I grinned at him. "Hmm? What might be outside?" I tried to probe but he did not give in. "First make the bet." He insisted. Well, I won't be losing much anyways. It's not like he'll ask me to murder someone or something, right. But still, for assurance, I confirmed. "Well, I'll agree to the bet as long as you don't ask me to murder someone." He chuckled. "Of course not Triantafyllo."

Emily snapped, "Who says we're scared to bet? I just don't know how or where to do it!" Carla let out a mocking laugh. "Don't know how? Wow. Then let me show you. Don't go making excuses!" “We're not making excuses!" Emily shot back. Truthfully, Emily had no clue betting was even part of this. She thought people just came to watch for the adrenaline. “Everyone knows underground fights are all about the bets," Carla scoffed. "Don't act clueless." These fights weren't like regulated matches. They were raw, violent, and full of dirty tactics. People didn't come here unless they were into bloodsport, or to gamble. Otherwise, they could just watch a legit match.