Page 59 of Playing for Keeps

“Now this is what I call a dream come true,” he says. “You can call me in the middle of the night any time.” He comes to me and helps me out of my bra and panties, then gingerly lays next to me. There’s a gel patch on his back and I’m reminded that he’s still not over his injury.

Kneeling up, I straddle him without prompting or warning, reveling in the hot feel of his cock under my pussy and I can’t help moving back and forth rubbing myself against him.

“Jesus,” he says. “You are a sight.” Reaching up, he palms my breasts, circling his rough hands over my nipples as I rock.

“You feel so good, babe.” His voice is gruff and I can feel his muscles tense and his cock swell.

“We’re just getting started.” I lift off him and take his cock in my hand, caress the length of him, making it jump, making him squeeze my nipples, then move his hands to cup my ass. Then he slips his finger around to my pussy and strokes. He brings his fingers up to his nose and breathes in, then puts them in his mouth, sucking and licking my taste from them.

“You don’t know what a turn on you are,” I say, breathy and moving my hips to rub my clit against his balls while I still hold his cock, squeezing and playing with it, feeling the silky tip for pre-cum.

“I can tell. Your honey is flowing like a river.” He brings his hands back and holds my hips, lifting me. “Put me inside you,” he says. Caught up in that erotic look of want, the sensual quivering of his mouth as his passion rises, I do what he says. As his cock slides home to my center while he lowers me onto him, I let out a long low moan of tense satisfaction, the kind that anticipates so much more to come.

He keeps his hands on my hips and his eyes on mind as I settle against him, leaning forward to feel the pressure against my clit, to feel my breasts against his chest, my nipples against the rough hair. I move my hips up, raising on his cock, slow and easy, feeling every bit of the tight slick pressure inside me. When I’m almost at the tip, when he’s about to come out of me, he tightens his grip on my hips and plunges me down hard until our bones crash together and my ass slaps against his balls and my pussy cries out in pleasure.

“You are so amazing,” he says as we move up and down again, his voice tight, barely in control, so beautiful, inside and out.”

I cry out and I don’t know if it’s his words or his thumb finding the sensitive swollen nub and circling, caressing as I ride him. He circles his hips, his breathing rough and I feel like I’m on the sexiest bronco in the rodeo, riding, wild and spiraling to a pin point of pleasure as his cock gets so hard and big, so tight inside me, that I feel like he’s part of me.

The bursting release of my orgasm clenches my muscles and he groans loud.

“Chloe… I’m cumming…”

I love his words, revel in them, revel in the feel of the warm hot spasming as he pumps inside me, love the feel of the hot cum as it leaks, spilling out of me and the waves of orgasmic clenching again and again as he pulls me down on top of him, holding me close, murmuring my name, whispering into my ear tender words. Words of love.

* * *

The morning isa hot scramble because we’ve slept later than we should. The contentment of waking in his arms is abolished when he sees the time.

“Fuck. You’re dangerous, lady. I need to get out of here.”

“I have something I need to talk to you about,” I say without thinking because desperation has me panicked. I can’t let him find out from anyone else but me. I know Henry is going to air the show at some point. Sarina will put it together, put something together. Neither of them is going to let it go now.

Tate jumps from the bed, only a slight wince from the sudden movement and throws on some gym shorts and a jersey. I find my clothes from last night and dress as fast as I can while he’s in the bathroom.

He comes out and takes me in his arms, “Whatever you need to talk about will have to wait until later. He has not a flicker of worry on his face, confident that he can handle whatever it is and that gives me hope, banishes that sense of dread. Partially. Because I know betrayal is the farthest thing from his mind.

We leave the condo and ride down in the elevator. No coffee and I’m still fitting my foot into my heels.

He says, “We have a walk-through and films today—”

“I’ll see him after that.” He shakes his head

“Mom and Dad are coming in. I’m picking them up. Then Monday is game day and I’ll be tied up. How about if we have brunch on Tuesday morning? This is a big game and I need to focus.”

He sounds so reasonable and his dimples are showing. I nod because what else am I going to do? He’s out the elevator door and getting in his car and I can see him going into game mode. If I tell him now how messed up would that be? He hauls me into his hard body, kissing me and I kiss him back like there’s no tomorrow. Reluctant to let go, I finally do. His face all happy, his dimples deep, he gets in his car and I run to mine. Those dimples haunt me as I drive away, the blissful state he’s in because we’re falling for each other, is so fragile. I’m so afraid that I’m about to bring it all to a crashing end when I tell him about the story.

But I need to do it. I figure it can wait until Tuesday after brunch, after his parents leave. There’s no way Henry and Sarina can put the story together before then.

* * *

I go homebecause that’s the only place I have to go now that I’m jobless. Pacing around is only winding up my tension. But I can’t eat and even though I could use some sleep, there’s no way that’s happening.

There are things I need to do. I need to call Maguire and I need to call Cat. Maguire is the easy call so I take out my phone and tap in his number.

“What the hell’s going on, Smitty? The shit’s hit the proverbial fan around here today,” he says. “Henry’s called an all-hands-on-deck and gave me the third degree in a closed-door meeting.”

“I’m sorry, Duff. I should have called sooner.” But it was only nine in the morning on a Sunday. Henry is in a hurry. “Let me guess. He asked you about my research for the Perspective feature.”