Page 51 of The Trouble with Players

“Did you envision rose petals on the bed and music playing in the background?”

He smiled, and when he smiled like that, summersaults flipped in my belly. “I kinda don’t picture you needing that.”

“I kinda don’t picture you doing it,” I sassed.

He pulled the pink wig off my head and tossed it aside. “You’d be surprised at the things I’d do for someone like you.”

My brows shot up. “Someone like me?”

He leaned his head down and trailed butterfly kisses down the side of my neck. “Someone sassy…”

I closed my eyes, savoring the soft brush of his lips on my skin.

“And strong,” he whispered trailing kisses back up to my ear.

I sighed, sensations swirling low in my belly as he nibbled on my earlobe.

“Someone who’s not afraid to speak their mind,” he whispered, his tongue circling my lobe.

Even with his weight on me, my chest heaved.

“And, someone hot as hell.”

That was it. I reached down and pushed at the waistband of his swim trunks. He took the cue and shoved them down and off his feet.

I reached for the button on my cutoffs. Sensing what I was doing, Crew lifted his hips. I wiggled out of my shorts and panties, then slipped off my bra and T-shirt.

“You wearing nothing but your pretty necklace is going to be a vision I’ll never be able to unsee,” Crew said lowering himself back down on me.

Once we were skin to skin, the reality of what we were about to do sent a shiver coursing over me.

“You sure about this?” he asked, looking directly into my eyes.

“No.”

His eyes widened.

“But I have a feeling it’s inevitable.”

A smile spread across his face. He leaned in to kiss me but stopped abruptly. “Dammit. My wallet’s out there.”

“Of course it is.”

“Give me thirty seconds.” He jumped off me, grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his waist as he bolted out of the pool house. He was back within seconds, grabbing the condom from his wallet and tearing the packet open with his teeth. He dropped the towel and rolled on the condom. I couldn’t have torn my eyes away if someone paid me. If I was getting the full Crew treatment, this show had to be included.

His eyes lifted to mine and his lips quirked when he caught me looking. He moved to the sofa and lay himself on top of me. His weight pushed me into the cushions as he adjusted himself so we were aligned. The tip of his dick grazed between my thighs. He used his hand to move it along my folds, swiping it from front to back over and over again. I closed my eyes and my head arched back. He totally knew what he was doing.

“I could do this all night,” he whispered.

“Not if I kill you first.”

He chuckled, but didn’t end his torture.

My hands drifted around his hips, over the smooth skin at the base of his spine, and over his ass. I dug my nails in and he groaned.

“You’re playing dirty,” he murmured.

“Learned it from you.”

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