Page 108 of Playing to Win
Me:Especially you.
Acey Baby:Ouch. That’s harsh.
Me:Did you hear that someone snitched on us?
Acey Baby:Yeah. We got a big speech over it, though I have to admit, it didn’t feel like that big of deal. So we hung out at the bar. It’s not like anything happened.
Me:We were talked to as well and I quietly freaked out because something definitely happened.
Acey Baby:No one knows about us.
Me:Right and we need to keep it that way.
He doesn’t respond for a few minutes, and of course, my stomach twists into knots and I worry about what he’s thinking. How he might be reacting.
Acey Baby:I can’t stop thinking about it.
Acey Baby:Can’t stop thinking about you.
Butterflies flutter in my stomach and I glance up at the ceiling, searching for strength, but there’s none to be found. I know what I should do: turn him away. Tell him we need to play it cool and not hang out because this is dangerous. This kind of talk? Him saying he can’t stop thinking about me?
It’s not good. It’s not good at all.
Acey Baby:Let’s hang out.
Me:Tonight????
Acey Baby:Yeah. I want to see you again.
Acey Baby:Get you naked again.
Acey Baby:Fuck you all night. What do you say?
It’s a terrible idea. Despite the way my pussy tingles and my entire body turns to mush at him saying he wants to get me naked again and fuck me all night—sheesh, way to get a girl excited—I know I should say no. At the very least I should lie and say I’m busy.
My phone rings and I answer it automatically, Ace’s deliciously deep voice filling my ear and making me shiver.
“You took way too long to respond.”
“I don’t know. Is it a good idea, us seeing each other?”
“It’s a great idea.”
“They’re cracking down on us. What if someone finds out?” He’ll get a talking to and I’ll get fired.
I definitely have more at stake than he does.
“Trust me, no one will find out.” He sounds so sure of himself that if he were standing in front of me, I would smack him for being so confident. But then he goes and lowers his voice, becoming intense. “I need to see you.”
More tingling and I clamp my thighs together to try to stop it. “Why?”
“Don’t ask me questions, Red. Just tell me I can come over.” He sounds vaguely irritated. A little impatient.
“But—”
He cuts me off. “Like I mentioned earlier, I’m dying to fuck you again. Eat that sweet pussy of yours. Maybe even fuck your mouth if we have time? What do you think, Red? Sound good?”
His tone is rough, his breathing ragged and I sigh into the phone, feeling weak. “Okay. Come over.”
