Page 110 of Playing to Win
But I’ve had her already and I want her again. I know what it’s like to kiss her. Touch her. Take off her clothes. Eat her out. Sink my dick into her welcoming pussy and fuck her until she comes. I know what she looks like when she comes and she’s beautiful. Sexy.
And I want to see that look on her face again. I want to be with her. Damn it, I’m weak. Weak for her.
“You want me to leave?” I ask, my voice so low I can barely hear it.
She stares and I get this sense she hates that I put the ball in her court, so to speak. She probably wanted me to walk out and leave her alone, but it’s not that easy. I can’t just walk away from her.
I don’t want to. I don’t think I’m capable of it. She wields some sort of power, spell, whatever you want to call it, over me and I’m not ready to give up on her, or on us.
But if that’s what she wants, then I’ll give it to her. I’m not going to be the reason she loses her job. She could end up resenting me, hating me and I don’t want that to happen.
I need to be the bigger man and walk.
“I’ll go,” I say when she still hasn’t spoken. I head for the door, my hand reaching out, fingers brushing the handle when I hear her voice.
“Don’t leave,” she whispers.
I turn and she’s right there, practically tackling me against the door as per our usual deal and then she’s kissing me, swallowing my groan when our lips connect. Her hands are already slipping under the hem of my long-sleeved T-shirt, fingers brushing against my abdomen, making me hiss in a breath. My dick is already standing at attention and she’s barely touched me. Hell, I’ve barely touched her.
“Just one more time with you,” she murmurs between kisses. “That’s all I want.”
Hate to break it to her, but one more time between us won’t be near enough.
But I don’t say that. With our mouths still fused, I turn her around and steer her toward the bed, guiding her there until she settles on the edge of the mattress and we break apart.
She’s reaching for the waistband of my black joggers, already tugging, and I settle my hands over hers, stopping her. “What’s the hurry?”
“I want you.” She slips her hand from beneath mine and drifts it down the length of my dick, making it leap beneath her touch. “And clearly you want me.”
“We don’t need to rush it.” I repress the groan that wants to escape when she curls her fingers around my shaft. Jesus. “We’ve got all night.”
Pausing, she gazes up at me, her eyes wide and unblinking. “I want to do as much as possible with you tonight.”
“We will, baby.” I release her other hand and cup her face, tilting it up so I can stare into her pretty eyes. “I’ll let you use me and abuse me all you want.”
Her smile is faint. “Promise?”
“For you? Anything.”
“I want to give you a blow job,” she admits without hesitation.
“Who am I to stop you?” I release my hold on her face and let her get to work. She yanks my joggers down and I help her, stepping out of my slides before I kick off my sweats. Bend over and whip off my socks real quick because there’s nothing less sexy than me standing around in just my socks and nothing else.
I bet Ruby would be cute completely naked with only a pair of socks on her feet. But she’s an exception.
She’s sexy no matter what.
“Have I told you how unbelievable your body is?” she asks, her greedy gaze eating me up.
Look, I know I’m in top condition. I work out so damn much I have to be. I’m in the best shape of my life and that’s because it feels like every single game is high stakes. I have to win. I have to prove to everyone watching—NFL scouts I’m talking to you—that I’ve got what it takes. I’m on top of my game, literally.
It feels good though, that the beautiful woman who’s currently looking at me like I’m a tasty snack and she’s about to consume me is offering me compliments. I’m going to revel in them.
“You haven’t,” I say truthfully, scratching my fingers across my stomach.
Her eyes turn molten the longer she stares. “Well, your body is amazing. So many muscles.” She hesitates. “Have you ever…”
She doesn’t say anything else and my curiosity is aroused, along with everything else. “Have I ever what?”
