Page 81 of Playing to Win
Damn it, I’ve got it so bad for this woman. Does she even know? Understand the hold she has on me?
“You like to chase?” she asks, her sweet voice pulling me from my thoughts.
Again, I decide to be honest.
“I like blondes—specifically one.” I shift closer to her, dipping my head so my mouth is at her ear. “With a sweet pussy and my cum dripping all over her tits.”
Her eyes go wide when I pull away and I wonder if I took it too far. She blinks at me, quiet for way too long, and I study her, my gut starting to churn.
Then she reaches out and rests her hand on my arm, just like the pushy girl did only a few minutes before. The moment her fingers touch my skin, it’s like an electric current is running through my veins and straight to my dick, making it stand at attention.
“Meet me in the women’s bathroom in five minutes,” she murmurs, before she turns.
And walks away.
TWENTY-FIVE
RUBY
My heart is racingas I leave Ace behind and I don’t look back. It’s like I can’t. But I can definitely feel his eyes on me, hot and heavy, watching my every move. My legs are shaking as I push my way through the crowded room and when I finally spot the bathroom, I practically run inside.
The room is massive and dark. The stalls are large, with a single light pendant hanging above each one. The bulbs cast a warm, golden glow, but it’s still dim in here.
Perfect.
I go to one of the sinks and wash my trembling hands, sudsing them up with lots of soap before I rinse them. Trying to kill time before Ace joins me.
God, he better join me.
A toilet flushes and a woman comes out of the stall and smiles at me, washing her hands quickly before she dashes out, the door slamming behind her. I wait by the sink, noting how silent the room is, and I glance around.
I peek under the stalls.
I’m the only one in here.
Thank God.
I didn’t even consider what would happen if there were other women in here and Ace just strutted in. His presence would cause a commotion. Some women might freak out. Some might demand he leave.
Fear squeezes my stomach at the thought. Why did I believe this was a good idea again? We probably won’t be able to make this work. And I don’t even know what I was expecting, asking him to meet me in the bathroom.
I do know what he whispered into my ear practically turned me inside out, it was so hot. Referencing what happened the last time we were alone together. Like he still thinks about it.
Like he still thinks aboutme.
This man is going to destroy me, I just know it. And I’m going to enjoy every single second of his destruction too.
The door suddenly swings open, Ace standing there, his gaze finding mine immediately. We stare at each other from across the cavernous bathroom, neither of us speaking a word. He has no right to look as gorgeous as he does in the simplest outfit. A pair of jeans and a white T-shirt that clings to his chest and arms, emphasizing his muscles. It’s been what…two weeks since our last moment together? And I swear he’s bulkier than he was before.
My hands tingle at the opportunity to touch him.
“Are we the only ones in here?” he asks, his deep voice settling right between my legs, making me throb.
I nod, my voice gone.
He starts heading toward me, his steps hurried, his hands reaching. Landing on my waist, steering me backward, until my butt hits a stall door and it slaps open. We’re crowded into the stall in mere seconds, the lock sliding into place, Ace turning me so my back is pressed against the wall and he’s directly in front of me. So close, his warmth seeps into my body, making me hot.
For him.
