Page 78 of Wicked Player
Chapter Twenty-Six
He deals the cards very efficiently, very quickly. The dealer is in a hurry all of a sudden. It’s down to me in my bra and panties, and him in his boxers. The first person completely naked ends the game.
“Fuck,” I cry out so loudly, Athos flinches.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a happier man. He’s on cloud nine.
“Is it going to be the bra or the bottoms?” he teases. “Decisions… decisions.”
I frown at him. “Shut the hell up.”
He laughs even harder.
The bra? Well, I don’t like my breasts much; too small, not round enough. And I unfortunately wasn’t blessed with perfect nipples. Although… he’s seen my breasts before, kissed them, sucked on them. But it is very bright in here…
“You are not rebuilding Rome, Clara,” he says, growing impatient.
I’m well maintained down below, and I don’t hate my ass. And there’s the table, covering my bottom half. It’s a no brainer. I do it quickly. With a flick of my wrists, I jerk down my white panties. I scurry back to my chair, hesitating to sit on it with a bare bottom. Although itismade of red leather, and easily washable.
He smiles. “Go ahead.”
I quickly sit down, hiding behind the trusty blackjack table. I’m starting to feel a real affinity toward this table.
“You know… my dad has a habit of coming down here,” he tells me. “Yep, he could pop out of that lift any minute.”
“No way,” I scoff. “You’re lying.”
He laughs as he deals what will be our last round. “Yeah, I’m joshing you. He never comes down here.”
My heart is pounding. This is it.
He’s showing a ten and a hidden card. And he flips a ten for me. Then he flips a seven, and of course, I stay. There is no other choice.
Then the lucky bastard flips himself an ace. A fucking ace. He hoots so loud, Athos is freaking out again. This time, he decides to take off. Probably for the best, I decide. This way he will not be witness to my nakedness.
“Take it off,” he cheers. “Take it off,” he says crudely, as if he’s in a bar in Daytona Beach at a wet t-shirt contest.
“Why don’tyoutake it off?” I suggest, my voice silkier than I thought was possible. And just like that, the mood shifts. What was fun and playful, as turned quiet and intense.
He inches closer, and presses his mouth on my shoulder as he reaches for the clasp of my bra. He has me undone in no time, and when it falls to the floor, he backs away so he can properly look at me.
I feel more exposed than I ever have, so vulnerable. How many beautiful perfect bodies as this man seen? And here is little old me… just an average woman who’s had a child. How do I measure up in his eyes?
His gaze travels over every curve of my body, and finally, not a moment too soon, he whispers, “So, so sweet…”
I smile.
So, so sweet.
I take it as a compliment as he nears closer. He wastes no time in exploring me as his tongue playfully swirls around my breasts. I find myself pulling myself to the tip of my toes in an attempt to assist his travels. I hook a leg around him as he bites my shoulder softly. Now, I’m practically climbing the man, so desperate for his touch. I grind against his leg as he digs one hand in my hair and pulls at it. The other hand is grabbing my ass.
Fuck, there’s no going back now. We’re doing it right here, in the middle of his rec room, right next to the blackjack table. He grabs my ass and hikes me up on his hips. I wrap my legs around him, and hold on tightly as he carries me to the back of the sectional sofa. He throws me over the edge, like he would a sofa throw. Here I am, completely naked, spread over the back of the sectional. And he just leaves me hanging.
I turn around to see him fetching his jeans, and I understand. I turn back to see Athos is back, curiously studying me. The situation is not ideal, but he’s just a cat. And if Colton’s dad does pop out of the elevator, I will die right here.
Colton kneels at my feet, and licks a line up my thigh. “You’re so sweet,” he breathes as he travels to my spine, and drops soft butterfly kisses all the way up to my neck. He makes me shiver as he digs his hands in my hair, and kisses the nape of my neck. God, I could do this all night, just lie like this, and indulge in his touch.
He slides a finger along my pussy, and smiles against my shoulder. This is obviously a man who very much enjoys the female form. I appreciate his skill, and don’t question it too much. I’m sure I’ll question it later.
