Natasha didn't bother replying to his comment, knowing full well just how hot things were about to get.
(She still had every intention of winning the game, but that was not her current priority.)
She didn't protest as he flipped them, her smile turning into a gasp as he moved to her throat. He kissed her throat in a way that left her craving his touch. It was different than any other person had ever kissed her there and was happy to let him take his time there.
In the meantime, her hands trailed down his chest, loving how familiar the contours of his abdomen were to her. That wasn't her destination, though - she lightly lifted the waistband of his workout shorts, running her fingers lightly over the skin there. Just as she got where she wanted, his lips nipped a particularly senstive piece of skin, and she moaned. "Mmm, okay. You win."