Play Maker(26)

“Unless?” I batted my eyes at him and his grin grew wider. He was such a fox.

“Unless you think it’s possible for two people such as ourselves to enjoy each other’s company in a casual, yet attentive fashion.”

“Hmm.” I put a finger on my chin, as if I was thinking. Then I gestured for him to come near. He leaned in, and I put my lips close to his ear. “If you’re asking if we can f*ck all night and still say goodbye in the morning, the answer is yes.”

His fingers stilled against my wrist. He leaned back, his expression all hunger, all desire. I wasn’t sure that he wasn’t going to grab me and kiss me right there. But then, someone cleared their throat.

The spell was broken and we both glanced over to find Ethan with an extremely bemused look on his face.

“You know,” he said. “The service here is terrible. I think I’ll order a drink from the other end of the bar.” He gave James a pointed look. “You might want to order a cold glass of water, though. A big one.”

James gave him the one-finger salute, which Ethan returned as he pushed back from the bar and headed over to Maya, who greeted him with a flirtatious smile. Hmmm, I thought as Ethan returned the smile and put his phone in his back pocket. That’s interesting…

But my interest in the potential at the other end of the bar dissipated pretty quickly as I felt James’ finger drawing a circle in the middle of my palm. It was amazing how much a single digit turned me on. I couldn’t wait to get the rest of them all over me. My attention returned to him immediately and forgot not just Maya and Ethan, but the existence of everything else around me. There was nothing but James and his blue eyes and the way he was looking at me. The way a lion looked at a deer. Like something he wanted to devour. And this deer was more than ready to be eaten up. In all possible ways.

“When do you get off?” he murmured.

The second you touch me, I thought. “In an hour,” was what I managed to say.

He smiled and, reaching into his pocket, took out a room key and slid it across the bar, leaving it next to the gift. “I’ll be waiting,” he said, straightening. He gave the bag a tap. “You might want to bring this with you. I have a feeling we’ll both be thirsty tonight.”





15





James





I check my phone again, unaccustomed to this combination of anticipation and nervousness. At least when it came to women. This was how I usually felt before an important game – and I had been feeling it less and less lately – another sign that I needed a change in my life. I knew from experience that feeling this way usually ended in me playing better than I had played before. I could only imagine what it might result in when Nicole finally came through the door.

I grinned, remembering how she had melted under my touch. Even the simple brush of my fingers against her wrist had made her pupils dilate and my cock harden. She was like expensive whiskey and my entire body warmed thinking about how receptive she had been in the bar. She wanted to f*ck all night? Oh baby, I was more than up for that. Several hard inches of me were up for that right now.

What had changed her mind? As much as I wanted to take credit, it was pretty obvious that she had come to a decision before I even entered the bar. It was probably best not to read into it too much. We were both going to get what we wanted and I was going to take advantage of the situation as long as I could.

I heard the buzz of the keycard in the door and took several long strides towards the door. The anticipation was killing me. Clearly Nicole felt the same way, since she stepped inside, her bag dropping to the floor as she moved to meet me.

Her lips were on mine before I could say a word, her hands fisted in my shirt. She tasted like whiskey and peppermint. My own hands twisted in her hair as I angled her mouth upwards, my tongue finding hers, the hot, wet tangle making my blood boil. We were both wearing too many clothes.

I fumbled with the buttons of her top, unwilling to stop kissing her. She took it one step further, grabbing the front of my shirt and giving it an aggressive tug. I heard buttons spray across the room and felt her smile against my lips. Then her hands were on my bare chest, splayed across my stomach. But as they slid downwards, towards my belt, I shifted my own hands, moving away from her half-undone shirt and curving down around her gorgeous ass. Her arms immediately wrapped eagerly around my neck as I hoisted her into my arms, aligning her perfectly with my rock hard cock.

“Ooo,” she moaned, tearing her lips from mine, her head falling back as I thrust against her. Beneath my hands, I could feel her hips roll forward, her body straining for mine. I placed my mouth against the hollow of her throat, tasting her there, like she was the salt lick before a tequila shot. I couldn’t help taking a bite, a gentle nip just beneath her ear. Her hips thrust forward and I smiled.

“You like that?” I bit again, a little harder this time and she responded in kind, her nails digging into my shoulders. “I love the way you taste,” I told her, my mouth hot against her ear.

“Tell me more,” she moaned.

My grin grew. It was the accent. Ladies loved it when I talked dirty with the accent.

“You want to know what I’m going to do to you?” I asked, nibbling across her jaw. “First I’m going to take you to the bed.” My hands had pulled her shirt from her pants, and were working their way down along the soft skin of her back and lower. “Where I’m going to take off all of your clothes.” She fit perfectly in my arms, the front of her body pressed sinfully against my bared chest. “I’m going to touch every inch of you. First with my hands,” I slid my fingers downward, finding the lacy line of her thong. “And then with my tongue.” I nipped at her earlobe. “And then, I’m going to f*ck you,” I swept my tongue into her mouth, kissing her until we were both breathless. “I’m going to bury my cock inside you until you scream for release. And then I’m going to f*ck you again.”