Page 222 of Well Played

Kaden

This wassonot fun.

Nick hadn’t followed through on his threat to tie me to the chair.

Or had that been a promise?

And why had I been so turned on at the prospect?

I sat on a dining room chair, angled with the perfect view as Nick went down on Yasmine. I couldn’t blame him. She tasted delicious and made wonderful noises that always perked my cock right up.

Like now. I regretted not changing into something more comfortable. Or just stripping down. Tight jeans might be sexy, but they were also incredibly constrictive. I wasn’t small.

I wanted to be free.

“Nick, I’m coming.”

He spread her thighs farther, delving as deep as he could get. Likely nibbling on her clit.

She gasped, then tightened.

Swiftly, he moved his hand and, from what I could see, thrust two fingers into her.

She wailed her pleasure.

I moaned quietly. Yaz was never quiet. Occasionally I wondered if management would turn up and ask us to keep it down. Had never happened, though. Probably because people fucked in hotel rooms. That was a thing. I’d done it plenty of times myself.

Without her.

For the first time ever, I truly questioned that decision. I’d thought we were happy. Hell, until Nick, I hadn’t thought anything could come between my partner and me. Those other people—men, women, and enbies—had been nice…but I always left them and came home to her. She was my beacon in the night.

Apparently I’d failed at being hers.

“Oh, Nick.” Breathless. Sated.

But with an edge I recognized. My woman was insatiable. Our lovemaking sessions could last for hours. Her recovery time was always much faster than my own refractory period.

“I’ll take care of you, chère.”

Pretentious prick. Hell, he even affected a French accent.

He grabbed a condom wrapper he’d dropped on the bed. He tore off the top, snagged the rubber, and rolled it on.

I blinked. Yeah, okay. Guy washung. I wasn’t obsessed with size. Far from it. Willing partner was far more important than how big a guy’s cock was or how large a woman’s tits might be. I was attracted to most people. Because most people had good souls. I could usually spot a black heart.

As much as I wished otherwise, I couldn’t see that Nick had darkness in his soul. He might present as enigmatic, but his treatment of Yasmine as she came down from her climax showed a man of great tenderness.

Unless this was all a show.

“Are you ready?” Nick gazed at Yasmine.

A smile lit her face. She reached up to grasp his cheeks and bring him down for an intense kiss.

I palmed my cock.

She guided him to her.

After a hesitation, he thrust inside.

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