Risky Play (Red Card #1)(66)

“Lucky girl.” The model winked, then turned toward me and shrugged. “It was great working with you—let me know if you ever want to go get drinks.”

I laughed.

She laughed.

Mack did not laugh.

“That’s not going to happen.” It came off ruder than I intended.

Matt’s eyes widened when I glanced over at him. One message was clear: abort, abort!

“Excuse me?” She put her hands on her hips. “Look, I was just trying to be nice—”

“Nice is saying good job and walking away. Nice would be inviting both of us out. You’re not trying to be nice.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “I have a girlfriend. I love her more than I’ll ever love whatever the hell you think you have that’s special. I wish I could say it was nice meeting you. I’m disappointed that you’re just as vain as every tabloid says you are.”

“And you’re a fucking dick!” she yelled.

“Hey!” Mack shoved me behind her. “He’s my dick, you bitch, walk it off.” Then she turned to me. “You ready?”

I burst out laughing. “I don’t think anyone’s ever claimed me as their dick . . . Mack . . . my heart—”

She smacked me in the chest while Matt stayed behind and tried to calm the angry model, who probably just needed a piece of bread.

I made a mental note to send her cookies with an apology that said This dick is owned, or something like that.

Hell, let Matt deal with it.

“I’m sorry,” I said once we were back in my dressing room. “I hated that. I hated every part of it. I won’t do ads anymore, Mack. I swear, I don’t—”

Her mouth collided with mine.

I stumbled backward against the rack of clothes, then righted myself with one of the hangers before nearly falling on my ass. She shoved me onto the couch and unbuttoned my pants.

“Um, Mack?”

“Shut up.” She tugged the pants down and then laughed out loud. “I’ve never seen so much sweat on another human being, and yet I still want to have sex with you . . .”

“Um, thank you?” I offered. “And the lights were hot, and I was panicking that she was going to cop a feel or just tug one of my nuts off and show it off like a prize to her friends.”

Mack laughed even harder. “Careful, she can still barge in here, steal one of your nuts, and make a nut shrine out of it.”

I shuddered. “Never say nut shrine again. I mean it. It makes me lose my erection and my pride all at once.”

Mack ran her hands down my stomach, then grabbed the leather pants and peeled them even farther past my knees and my ankles. “We don’t want that.”

“Me to lose my pride?” I rasped as she leaned over my body, her hair creating a curtain across half her face.

“Your pride could take a few hits—I was talking about this.” She lowered her head.

“Slade!” Matt knocked on the door.

“Open that door and I’m killing you!” I roared.

Mack’s breath was hot against my burning skin, my dick strained toward her mouth in a painful way that had me lifting my hips toward her.

“Seriously, Slade?” Matt hissed.

“Matt . . . I just need some privacy.”

“Yeah, yeah, I bet you do . . .”

Mack snorted out another laugh while I was in serious pain. “It’s not funny, I need you. I don’t know what good deed I did in this lifetime to deserve your mouth on my cock but—I’ll take it. I’ll take it every damn day.”

Her smile lit up the room as I gripped her by the shoulders, tugged her forward, and kissed her soundly, making sure she knew without a doubt that I was hers—she was mine.

Mack broke away. “Did you mean it?”

“That I was going to lose my erection? Yes. Every word.”

She rolled her eyes and then looked away from me. “You said you loved me.”

“Love,” I corrected. “Present tense. Not past.” I cupped her face between my hands and forced her to look at me. “I meant it. And I’m sorry that you had to see me with another woman. I’m sorry that my hands were on her even though they wanted to be on you. I’m sorry that I’m the guy that used to feed off the attention—which just proves how wrong my ex was for me, because I didn’t care when she was standing there watching, I didn’t care that women threw themselves at me. But with you? I would have walked away from this job and not looked back. I would burn every fucking bridge in this industry for you. I hope you know that.”

Tears filled her eyes. Mack gave a jerky nod then pressed another kiss to my lips. It was softer this time, it tasted right. It tasted perfect. I never wanted to stop exploring her. There was always new skin to taste, new angles to try, new ways to make her cry out with pleasure.

And the more she gave.

The more addicted I became.

The more I needed.

I shoved her leggings down at about the same time she positioned herself over me.

“Look at me.” I held her face again. “Only me.”

She slid down my length, her lips parting with each inch. Filling her was a new experience each time—along with a feeling of coming home.

Mack braced her hand against my shoulder as I tugged her leggings the rest of the way to the floor, sat up, and picked her up by the ass, making it so either leg straddled me on the couch. I took her deeper.