Page 52 of Hat Trick

It’s only a matter of time before we givein.

“We’re playing the adult version.” I slip my hand up high on her leg, teasing her with the possibility of making contact with ground zero, before I trail back down to her knee. At her little growl of displeasure, I laugh. “Don’t tell me you don’t got any patience, Gwenny.” I press my head to the back of the seat and look her way. “What’s the fun if there’s not a littleanticipation?”

If she wants to stab me with my fork, she’s going to have to crawl across my lap—and she won’t hear a complaint fromme.

With a little huff, she turns back to the TV and pretends to ignoreme.

I could never ignoreher.

For the next twenty minutes, I set out to make Gwenpant.

Yes, pant. It’s all part of the fantasy—the one where she realizes I’m the one for her, the one where she’ll do anything just to have the chance to strip off my clothes and crash her mouth down ontomine.

After years of working for her, I still want her to come to me—in the best waypossible.

I massage her calves, her legs. I trace the lines of her stiletto until she’s flexing her foot and turning it inward, giving me more space to play. When the movie turns particularly gory, I make a point of playing with Gwen’s hair and pressing small kisses along the length of herneck.

And with each minute that passes, her control falters and then cracks and then disappearscompletely.

She clutches my forearm as though she’s determined to get my hand where she wants it most—right between her legs. She rubs her legs alongside mine, until her dress is around her hips and I’ve got the most fantastic view of her white panties. She presses her hand to my lower abdomen and then flicks open the brass button of myjeans.

I like it when my Gwen isbold.

And I’ll reward her forit.

“C’mere.” My voice sounds like it’s been scraped raw, but she doesn’t question it. She leans in as somebody gets the axe on the screen in front of us, and I grip her chin between my thumb and index finger. One swipe of her tongue along her bottom lip and I almost come in my pants.Jesus. Shaking my head to get back into the game, I allow my thumb to catch the moisture leftbehind.

Her breath shudders over my thumb, and then she surprises me by sinking her teeth into my flesh—a sexy nip that cracks my owncontrol.

“Oops,” she murmurs. Her blue eyes flash with humor as she soothes the sting with her tongue. “Got ahead of myselfthere.”

Everything in me stills. This is the Gwen I’ve always wanted at my side—snarky and kind and funny. I drop my eyes to her lips. We’ve playedenough.

Does it matter if she kisses me first when it’s clear she wants me with every fiber of her being? In my arms, she’s an open book whose pages are begging to beloved.

I move my hand to her thigh. Higher, until my thumb is playing with the waistband of her underwear and I’m hearing the sweetest sounds spill from hermouth.

“I’m going to kiss younow.”

Her eyes go wide and she licks her lips. “Yes.”

That’s all she says but the one word captures everything we’re bothexperiencing.

Finally, after six fucking years,yes.

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Gwen

If I ever had anydoubts, Marshall buries them the moment his lips claimmine.

Thisis what I’ve been missing. This heat, the way he angles my head and silently commands me to give everything back to him and then do it all overagain.

Marshall kisses like how he plays hockey—hard, smooth, andpowerful.

I can feel that power coiled under my hands when I clasp his shoulders and hang ontight.

I feel it when his big hand clutches my thigh. I’m not a stick and my butt has been known to test every pair of jeans that I own, but Marshall’s palm spans the width of my thigh and when he squeezes . . . oh, myGod.

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