Play with Me (With Me in Seattle, #3)(45)

“Nice shirt.”

“Thanks.” I smile shyly. “I bought it last week, for just such an occasion.”

Will grins and leans down to murmur, “I especially love that you’re wearing my name on your back.”

“Hey, Montgomery, who’s your lady?”

We pull apart and glance over at the photographer taking our photo. I cringe up at Will and try to slink away, but he holds me tightly against his side and smiles confidently down at me.

“This is my girlfriend, Megan.”

“What’s your last name, sugar?” the photographer asks, but I shake my head.

“Just Megan.”

“Thanks, man.” The guy nods at Will and heads off to snap more photos of the other players.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur up to Will. He frowns down at me, and cups my face in his hand.

“For what?”

“For you being cornered into calling me your girlfriend.”

“You are my girlfriend, Meg.” He laughs down at me and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“But last week, you said,,,”

“Stop.” Now he’s holding my face in both of his hands, and I grip his wrists in mine. It’s as if we’re the only two people in the room. Will’s eyes are sober as he stares intently at me. “I made a stupid judgment call last week. I don’t care who knows that you’re mine. In fact, I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“But…”

He leans down and kisses me softly, stopping the words, and then whispers against my ear so only I can hear, “You are mine, sweetheart. Get used to it.”

“Ditto,” I whisper back. I feel him smile against my cheek before he kisses my dimple and pulls away, takes my hand, and pulls me toward the elevator.

“I’m hungry. Let’s order room service.”





Chapter Fifteen


“Tiny donuts!” I exclaim as we pass Café Du Monde, a famous place for beignets and coffee. In fact, that’s all they serve.

Will and I are exploring New Orleans. This is where he decided he wanted to bring me for our short vacation. For the past two days, we’ve been exploring the city; the rich history of music and food and culture.

It’s freaking awesome.

“Hell, yes, let’s get some.” Will leads me inside, his hand linked with mine. “Coffee too?” He looks back at me with a smile on his lips.

“Yes, please.” I nod and wait while he orders. “Three orders?” I ask dryly.

“They’re really good,” he answers simply and leads me to a table outside in the shade. Even in the fall, it’s hot here. And humid. But I don’t care.

“So,” I sit across from him at a tiny bistro table and perch my sunglasses on top of my head. “What do you want to do today?”

“I thought we could just wander around, shop, listen to the street musicians.” He shrugs as the waitress sets three baskets of square, fried dough with powdered sugar liberally dumped on the top on the table, along with our chickaree coffee. “I just want to hang out with you, everything else is gravy.”

I smirk at him. “Getting laid is a given, Will. You don’t have to be cheeky.”

“Cheeky?”

“Cheeky,” I mouth at him.

“I don’t know anyone who says cheeky.”

“I do.” I smirk again and pick up a warm, fragrant beignet, shake a bit of the excess sugar off, and take a bite. “Holy sweet mother of God.”

He laughs at the mess I make with the white powder and takes a big bite of his own treat. “Good?”

“Dear Lord, I think I need to change my panties.”

“You’re not wearing any.” His eyes heat as he narrows them at me playfully.

“Well, if I were, I’d have to change them because I think I just had an orgasm.” The old woman at the table next to us gasps, but I ignore her and take another bite and throw my head back as I chew, my eyes closed, savoring the deliciousness. The chickaree coffee compliments the beignets perfectly. “I might have to move here.”

“Why?” Will’s voice is quiet and strained, and I find his eyes with mine.

“What’s wrong?”

He looks around, making sure that no one is listening, but one of the things we’ve come to love about N’Awlins is, no one cares who he is. “Watching you enjoy food turns me on,” he whispers.

I grin slowly and brush my foot up and down his calf as I take another bite, making sure I lick the excess sugar off my lips. “Mmm.”

He quirks up an eyebrow and chuckles. “Do you want to play this game?”

“Why, Will? Don’t you want to play with me?” I smile sweetly and take a sip of my coffee, then another bite. “God, these are good. We might need more. I hope you don’t care that I’m about to sit here and get really fat off of this fried goodness.”

He laughs and takes another bite. “I have some physical activity planned later, or maybe sooner, that should burn quite a few of these calories.”

“Thank God.” I surprise both of us and eat more than half the beignets. I can’t stop. It’s like crack. “Seriously, these are crazy good.”