The ten individuals engaged in chatter while the man at the front counter brought the table a round of coffee, handing each soldier a cup. This allowed Tom to spread the cards, which he had obtained from a younger cadet who had quickly retrieved the deck.

"Alright then," Spear initiated, addressing the table. "Are the players ready?"

Matthew winked at Eko, conveying his intentions. She now understood what he was up to, and how intriguing this turn of events could become.

"What rules are we going to use?" Tom was giddy to get things going.

"Let's go with international trade," CJ suggested, gathering the cards that Tom had laid out. "Wanna go first?"

Petro observed the initial game from the sidelines, leaning over his eighteen -year-old companion who had the advantage. The game concluded swiftly, in less than five minutes, with him emerging as the victorious player.

As the players collected their cards, they all had to bite their tongues in response to Tom's laughter. They reluctantly complied, removing an item of clothing each as instructed.

"Well?" Abigail prompted annoyed. "Go on," removing her cardigan, "deal the deck."

She wanted to punch the cocky, perving teenager in the face.

Spear, still swearing under his breath, abruptly stood up, tore off his coat, and nonchalantly tossed it onto a nearby seat.

Eko and Abigail, along with the rest of the table, couldn't help but notice the well-defined muscles in Spear's arms, exposed by the vest he wore underneath, as they flexed while he clenched his hands.

With a frustrated huff, he settled back into his seat.

Abigail couldn't help but snicker quietly, while Eko locked eyes with Matthew, who only removed his jacket, wearing a cocky grin. Eko herself was glad she had opted for the academy's black training shirt that morning, considering the weather.

"You're dead if you keep laughing like a hyena," Spear warned his brother, who responded with uncontrollable laughter.

Tom couldn't help it, and his heart beat faster. There were going to be naked girls at this table in no time. The next game was played with great intensity, and Spear found himself victorious.

"Ha!" he nearly shouted, causing a commotion in the cafeteria. "In your face, ladies!"

Then, turning to the rest of the table, Spear pounded his chest like a buffoon, in Eko's opinion, and demanded, "Take it off!"

Abigail rolled her eyes first, yet it was Eko staring at Matthew, who bit her lip, almost contemplating what part of her clothing would have him submit to her first.

With the challenge set, Eko discovered that Matthew had already decided on his approach. He maintained his cocky, self-assured smirk as he effortlessly pulled his top over his head, revealing his broad, incredibly impressive, chiselled chest.

Eko felt her stomach tighten. Fuckity, fuck, fuck. She shifted in her seat to control her raging hormones.

Of course, he was in exquisite shape; She had caught glimpses of it during their training sessions, but now, with all the soldiers around her shedding layers of clothing, the sight was undeniably stimulating.

"Delicious," Abigail murmured beside her, referring to the half-naked men. This trip had undoubtedly been the best decision she had made.

When Eko managed to rip her eyes from his flat abs, broad wide shoulders, and drool-worthy frame, she found him watching her with an arched eyebrow.

"Enjoying the spoils of this game?" Matthew whispered to her amidst the boisterous noise around the table. The others were already engrossed in the next round.

Eko didn't avert her gaze from him. She softly licked her upper lip, teasing him as he struggled to resist the urge to whisk her away from the table and indulge in their desires in one of the dormitories.

But he needed to exercise patience with her. It was the only way he could win whatever the connection they had going on between them was. The next game came to a swift end, and to everyone's surprise, Abigail emerged as the victor.

Uncertain about what else she could remove, Eko realized that her outfit didn't leave much room for stripping off individual components. However, a stroke of genius struck her. She reached up and untied her high ponytail, allowing her hair to cascade down just past her shoulders.

"Wait a minute! No, take something off!" Matthew bellowed at her.

"If your belt earlier counted, then so does my hair tie!" Eko argued.

"No way," he waved his hand up and down, examining her. "Top or pants, babe."

Eko turned to Abigail for support, and she heard the woman roaring in agreement beside her. She knew she would need that option in the subsequent rounds when she inevitably lost.

Matthew effortlessly dominated the group in the next game.

Abigail threw her lifeline in and used the hair tie option, where Eko was forced to remove her shirt.

Not even bothering to hide it, Matthew's eyes looked straight at her breasts, the tops of which were perfectly in proportion to the rest of her ridiculously toned, smooth-tanned body. The exposure revealed the training bra she was grateful to have from the academy, as she had no other clothing at the moment.

Bending forward to retrieve the deck that Tom had dealt, Eko observed Matthew's breath catch in his throat as she provocatively pressed her cleavage together. It was a deliberate move, intended solely for his enjoyment, tempting him to lose their bet.

Matthew wanted to play like this...sure, no worries, her head mused. She was ready to destroy him.

It was now Eko's turn to dominate the game, and the exhilaration of her victory made her sit back and relish the sight of the men around her removing their pants. She had watched with perverse satisfaction Matthew do the same.

The triumph left her breathless, her excitement palpable. Her heart raced, her body flushed with heat and energy, and a powerful sense of arousal coursed through her. Despite the intense temptation to succumb to her desires and give in to the bet by fuck him right then and there, she managed to maintain her composure. Clutching her cards tightly in her hand, she locked eyes with the smug bastard.

"Do you concede?" she challenged, as if they were the only two people in the entire cafeteria.

Matthew's jaw clenched, and she found some soldiers were backing out, Fae and CJ being among them. As Spear hit on her, Abigail flushed as her flirty self came alive, and Tom gloated about winning the next round.

Matthew held her stare, "hell no! I am in this to the bitter end. Tom," he clicked his fingers. "Deal em."

Tom dealt the cards, and a grin spread across Eko's face as she looked at the hand she was dealt.

Spear beside her wasn't the best poker face player on the continent, and Abigail looked like someone could have shot her. This game progressed at a slower pace than the previous ones, with all five players focusing intensely on securing the victory.

Spear had the lead it would look like going into the last move, and she saw every muscle in his body tense as he laid down his final card and waited to see what the rest of the group would play.

Tom laid his hand down – no luck.

Abigail laid her hand down next, which was just as bad as Tom's.

Spear was up next, and his curses and groans filled the air as he placed down his losing cards. Now, all eyes were on Eko and Matthew, anticipation mounting to see who would be the first to stripe.

Eko couldn't resist biting her bottom lip once more, noticing the effect it had on Matthew. He swallowed the air his lungs that he held onto whenever she did it.

"Still don't want to call it quits?" Eko challenged.

"Afraid you're going to lose?"

"Quite the opposite. I have a last-minute offer to throw in." She smirked.

"Listening," Matthew hummed, his curiosity piqued.

"If I win, yourself, Spear, and Tom. Butt naked. And I want a little kiss between you three," a wide grin plastered her face.

"I ain't fucking kissing no one, least my fucken brother!" Spear was outraged by the demand. "But, I'll settle for kissing Abigail."

"Settle?!" Abigail hissed, clearly not pleased with the idea.

"Hmm," Matthew chuckled. "And if I win?"

"My underwear will stay on, but I'll throw in my bra. I'm sure you've been dying to catch a glimpse of my fabulous, perky breasts," Eko adjusted herself in her seat, leaning forward to accentuate her cleavage for his viewing pleasure.

"Has anyone told you how cocky you are?" Matthew leaned forward, forgetting his world instantly.

"All the time, babe," Eko replied with a flirtatious smile.

"A-and dare I ask if it's a tie?" Tom gasped. "Do we simply draw again?"

"No," Eko laughed. "But you three can still strip down regardless."

"If it's a tie, then we all lose," Matthew raised the stakes.

"That won't happen," Spear deadpanned. "Deal the cards!"

"On the count of three, then," Matthew nodded, ready to determine their fate.

"One," Eko announced.

"You better win this, Eko," Abigail said, her voice filled with tension, fully aware of the stakes involved in this intense game.

"Get ready to take those bras off, ladies," Tom grinned like the eighteen-year-old adolescent boy he was.

"Two."

"Beg me," Matthew mouthed to Eko, "do it."

"Three."

Cards were slammed onto the table, and if only for a moment of realisation, it occurred from Eko and Matthew, who looked to one another and then to Tom, Abigail, and Spear, whose faces were mortified.

"Draw," Matthew howled with laughter, breaking the tension in the room.

"THE FUCK!" Spear roared. Tom was muttering away as Abigail shook her head.

"Drop 'em," Eko smirked at them. "You know the rules!"

Spear shot her a fierce glare, his gaze filled with a mix of irritation and desire. He then turned his gaze to the howling Commander, a challenge in his eyes.

"Come on," Eko prodded, focusing on Spear and Tom, who seemed reluctant to comply. Abigail, on the other hand, could only shake her head, contemplating how far she had come from her usual self, and silently questioning what her mother would think if she could see her now.

With a savage curse, Spear, fueled by a mix of frustration and a hint of bravado, rose from his seat and yanked down his briefs, flinging them defiantly over his shoulder towards Eko and Matthew. He wore a smug smile as he proudly displayed his "package" before winking mischievously at Abigail. Without another word, he proudly strode out of the cafeteria butt naked.

"Oh... my... lord," Abigail gasped, her breath caught in her throat, her mind unable to process what she had just witnessed.

The next thing that happened was Tom swearing he wasn't going to compete with his brother, and the cafeteria dispersing, Abigail discreetly slipped away, driven by an irresistible urge to find a certain someone.

Amidst the commotion, two individuals remained seated, their grins locked in place as they continued their game, undeterred by the madness around them.

"So," Eko began, her voice laced with curiosity, "are you dropping them? I'm rather curious to see if the fan club was right about your package." She winked at Matthew, delight twinkling in her eyes.

Matthew's heart raced as Eko took the game to a whole new level of dangerous seduction. The chaos in the cafeteria seemed to fade into the background as he found himself drawn into her web of temptation.

"Ladies first," he replied, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

"Age before beauty, Matthew," she purred, her teasing grin captivating him further.

"I quite insist. Because I'm calling your bluff Ek's."

Matthew's gaze was locked on Eko as she pushed the boundaries of their game, taking it to a level that sent a surge of excitement through his veins. The noise and commotion around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their intimate bubble.

Eko leaned back in her chair, a devilish smile playing on her lips. His breath hitched as he watched the slow, sensual movements of her fingers tracing a delicate path over her skin. His eyes followed the tantalizing journey as her fingertips started at her chest, caressing the curves and contours of her breasts with maddeningly gentle circles.

"I know you want this," she cooed, her voice taking on a kittenish meow of temptation, "you can't keep your eyes off me."

Matthew's eyes widened in surprise as Eko's hand disappeared from his sight, sliding down her waist. His mind raced with anticipation, wondering just how far she was willing to push the boundaries of their game.

As he continued to watch, he couldn't help but notice the shift in Eko's gaze. Her eyes, once filled with mischief and playfulness, now held a dark and primal hunger. The air between them crackled with raw desire, and Matthew found himself unable to tear his eyes away from her.

A soft moan escaped Eko's lips, a sound that sent a shiver down Matthew's spine. His heart raced in his chest. 'She wasn't!' his mind mused.

He leaned forward, "what the fuck are you doing down there?"

Eko's lips curled into a wicked grin as she met his gaze, her voice laced with seduction. "I'm just getting started, Matthew," she purred, her hand slowly trailing further down her body. The game had taken on a whole new level of intimacy, but before he could do anything, she let out a giggle and instantly brought both her hands back before them, raising them in defence. "And I was giving your imagination something to work with tonight."

Matthew's eyes narrowed slightly as he leaned closer, his voice husky with desire. "I assure you, I need little imagination with what I will do to you once you give in."

Eko's laughter filled the air, her sarcastic tone adding to the electrifying atmosphere. She moved her hands back to her body, her fingers lightly brushing against her bra as she toyed with it. The soft swell of her breast became even more evident to Matthew, his eyes fixated on the tantalizing sight before him.

"Beg me," his words were dangerous. "You know you want my mouth on you. Just say the words, babe."

Eko sunk her teeth into her bottom lip and shook her head. Matthew was pretty sure he was going to explode, and he closed his eyes and tried to bring his body to a heel, but the pull of his hand on the table startled him.

Springing open his eyes, there in his face, leaning across the table, Eko captivated him with her bright blue eyes. Her look was scorching. Wanton. Unwavering.

She pulled his hand to her mouth; he forgot about the cafeteria, for it was dead anyway, except for the two half-naked occupiers. She stuck his fingers into her mouth, and her tongue teased and pulled at it.

He figured he might as well have his cock in her mouth, but that determined defeat, and he was far from quitting this game. He had known no other woman who had this instant effect on him.

Softly Eko pulled his fingertips from her mouth, licking her lips moments later, and then pursed them.

"I'm not going to touch you unless you beg," he challenged back. "And if this is the game we're playing-"

"-Oh yes," she was too eager to acknowledge that. Relishing in this side of the man now, she leaned into the chair smugly, "this is the game we are playing now."

"I suggest you get some sleep. You're going to need your energy for begging."

He rose from the table, taking in the devil in angel's clothing. What a surprise she turned out to be.

"I do love a challenge." Eko leaned back into her chair, confident in her abilities to make the man submit to her.

Matthew grabbed his pants and shirt as he dressed, smiling, watching as Eko slid her top back on, pressing her hair back into its high ponytail. She was back to staring at him when she was finished, and her smile widened into a salacious grin that spoke directly to his cock.

"Good night, Commander," winking, she rose from the table, turned on her heel, and left his company like a hurricane of sexual tension, exactly how she entered his life.

God damn it

"Good night, Eko."

If only he could see if her face had shone with that illustrious smile that he was all too keen on seeing these days.

If only she had known that she had left him with one of his best one-thousand-watt smiles and had she honestly no idea about it.

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