Page 22 of Change Your Play

“Lie down on the bed,” he said. “I have to get the lotion.”

“The lotion?” I turned back.

“I want you naked and I want you on my bed, vixen. Why would you deprive me of that?”

That low, husky voice waseverythingto me. Yes. I could absolutely do that.

Without hesitation, I stretched out on the bed, determined to stay in the moment and not haveonethought about work. The fabric brushed against my naked body, heightening my senses. I would enjoy myself. I would enjoy my—

Oh.

Miles’s hands skimmed over my back and all the worrying disappeared.

Oh. Oh, wow.

This wasn’t just a massage, this was a deep-tissue experience. Miles uncoiled my muscles one after another while I groaned into the comforter. It was amazing, no doubt. But there was still the hottest player on the KYU team performing it.

Was the massagesupposedto be relaxing? It wasn’t.

Even if I never felt better, I was a live wire of tension. The more his hands explored my body, the more I drowned in his touch. The low thrum in his throat added to it.

He was pleased. He was more than pleased and he wasn’t afraid to show me.

“Fuck, Miles,” I whispered. “You could do this for a living.”

He didn’t say anything and his hands slipped from my back until he brushed the side of my breasts. I wanted to urge him on, but I kept as silent as he was, staying in the moment. He ran his fingers over my nipples, tugging at them softly before he cupped my breasts altogether, drawing every shiver from me,

Fuck.

“Turn over, vixen.” His voice was a rasp. “Let me see my girl.”

My nerves stretched to their limits, but I couldn’t ignore a request from him. He had me. Bound and prepared to do anything for him. I shifted over and laid on my back, vulnerable and raw.

His eyes met mine, and the look on his face, the starved look as his eyes trailed my body, lit a fire inside of me.

Miles wanted me. Badly.

“Open your legs.” He ran his hands along my thighs and pulled me towards him, to the edge of the bed. “I want to see that beautiful pussy of yours.”

A low groan erupted somewhere deep in his chest when I spread my legs, showing him exactly what he wanted to see. He placed his palm against my sex, and my body stiffened. So sensitive but so desperate for him.

He shook his head. “You’re fucking stunning.” His hand left me to rub his bulge. “I need you dripping with my come.”

Dripping with…?My mouth went dry at the thought.

Him, filling me up, pumping me with his come, making mehis. I wanted nothing else more.

“Are you on birth control?” He pulled my left leg to his chest and wrapped his hand around my ankle.

His pants were next, and I watched, my mouth dry.

Please. Please.

His boxers slipped to the floor, and I drew in a shocked breath. Why was Isurprised? Miles towered over me. Why was I surprised his cock was enormous? I needed that deep inside—

Birth control.

I nodded, numb. “On birth control.”

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