Page 36 of Playing My Rivals

She reaches over to me, and instantly, my nerves calm. “I’m sorry you were worried. I didn’t know I left my phone there. Melanie came up to the office and demanded we go out with her. She got behind me and started pushing me out the door.”

“So it’s okay if she manhandles you,” I say dryly.

Dorothy half laughs and squeezes my knee. “No. Believe me. She got the same lecture you’ve gotten in the past. Manhandling is one of those things that triggers me.”

“At least it’s not just me.” I give her my hand. “Come over here and welcome me home.”

I just need her in my arms, and everything will be better.

“If I do, will you forgive me for leaving my phone and going out with Jamison and Melanie?”

“That depends on what kind of welcome home you have in mind.” I shift so she can climb on top of me.

“Since we’re about a block from your place, that kind of welcome will have to wait until we get inside.” She straddles me and presses her lips against mine.

I forget everything else but her.

Dorothy’s at the bottom of my staircase in a sweatshirt of mine. It’s got to be the sexiest thing I’ve seen in a long time.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” she asks.

“You look incredibly hot right now. I want to bend you over the stairs and fuck you three ways to Sunday.”

Her face turns red, and she smiles. “Soon, my dear. But first, we need to talk. Meet me on the couch.”

I shrug and move over to it. As I’m waiting for her, the message she sent Jamison flashes in my mind. My heart splinters. I shift and peek back at her.

Let’s see how you react to this.

“Hey, sweet cheeks. Get over here.” I focus on her hard.

She laughs and sways my way. “Only you and Melanie use that phrase.”

She didn’t miss a beat or shy away, which is good for me.

“Melanie calls you sweet cheeks?”

“No. Once, she stole my phone and sent a text message to one of my guy friends. She started the message with sweet cheeks. I thought I was going to kill her.” Dorothy climbs on my lap.

I can see Melanie doing that. She seems to like making Dorothy uncomfortable.

I hold my arms out, and she straddles me. “And what was his response to your message?”

“He didn’t respond. I’m sure he was repulsed. When I saw him after that, I didn’t ask him about it. I was too embarrassed.”

It doesn’t seem like she’s lying about that.

Maybe this is more innocent than I think.

But I need more information.

She nuzzles my neck, so I rest my head back. She’s not acting strange like she usually does when Jamison comes up, so I’m confused. My mind wants to explore their text exchange more, but she’s moving around on my lap and distracting me.

I don’t want to focus on something that happened in the past. Not when she’s grinding her hips back and forth over me.

“I thought you wanted to talk, but this is better.” I squeeze her perfect ass.

She shifts away so she’s not sitting on my cock. I groan in protest.

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