Page 74 of The Player's Club

She laughed. “Have I?”

“Yeah, you have. And you’re going to pay for it tonight.”

“You say that every time we have sex.”

I spanked her, making her yelp. “Be a good girl, all right?”

Her eyes were wide with faux innocence. “I’m always a good girl!”

“No, you’re not. In fact, you’ve been very bad all day long.”

Even as I wanted to take control like I always did, I forced myself to hold back. This entire day had been about what Elodie loved. And if she had something particular in mind for tonight, I wanted her to feel like she could do whatever she wanted.

She took me to her bedroom. It was a small room, but it was neat and tidy. Elodie had even made the bed, and it was covered in throw pillows.

I picked one up covered in pink sequins. “What’s even the point of pillows like this?”

Elodie clucked her tongue. “It’s cute!”

“But you can’t use it. Why have pillows you can’t use?”

“It’s for decoration.” She rolled her eyes. “And you have no room to talk, Mr. I Bought A House And Didn’t Even Buy Furniture For It.”

“I was busy!”

“So says every bachelor.”

That earned her a growl and a firm smack on her luscious backside. It took every ounce of my self-control not to throw her down on her bed and fuck her senseless.

She pushed me away. “I want to play a game,” she said.

I narrowed my eyes. “What kind of game?”

“Who can hold off coming the longest.”

I laughed. “Baby, you and I both know who’ll win that one.”

Elodie put her hands on her hips. “Who, you? Well, how about we play the game before we declare you the victor?”

“So defensive.” I held up my hands. “How about we do this instead? Whoever gets the other person off the fastest wins.”

Elodie narrowed her eyes. Then, to my amusement, she held out her hand. “Deal.”

I shook her hand, forcing myself to keep a serious expression. Elodie had me strip naked, and then she was crawling up my body to kiss me.

“You’re not going to get naked?” I asked, palming her ass.

She swatted my hand away. “No touching. And yes, I’m staying clothed.”

I groaned, but I let her play. She kissed down my body, her mouth soft and sweet. She tongued my nipples, which just made me chuckle. When she poked me in my ribs, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“Oooh, are you ticklish?” Elodie began tickling me in earnest.

I laughed, shouted, and then quickly overpowered her. Holding her hands captive, I growled, “New rule: no tickling.”

She pouted. “That’s boring.”

“Elodie.”

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