Page 232 of Well Played

“Anal.” I confirmed that, lest there be any question. Judging by the way he pressed his hand against his crotch, I figured we were on the same page. I palmed my cock and gave it a couple of tugs. “Remind me to tell you about Evan.”

He cocked his head.

“Later.”

“Yeah, okay. Yaz’ll remember. She remembers everything.”

Trying to detect if he was simply making a statement or offering some underlying meaning proved too complicated for me.

Yasmine will remember.

Good enough.

She offered two thumbs up. Then she turned to Kaden. “I think you need to be naked as well.”

He grinned. “Yeah, that was the plan.” He eyed me. “You know how to prep yourself or do you want me to do it?”

What I wanted was him inside me as soon as possible, but I couldn’t rush him. I’d only just dropped theanal sexbombshell on him. He might need time.

After holding my gaze for a moment, he snagged the hem of his T-shirt and yanked it over his head.

He had a stunning chest. Muscular, defined, and with the tattoo Yasmine talked about.

I longed to touch. To lick. To bite.Another time. I snagged the lube from the nightstand. I also made a show of placing the condom within easy reach.

After nodding, he unbuttoned his jeans, lowered the zipper, and shucked both his jeans and underwear in one smooth motion. We’d already laid our phones on a little stand by the desk, so he was able to casually throw his clothes over another chair.

I scooted onto the bed, eased myself to the center, and positioned a couple of pillows behind my head.

He moved to the foot of the bed to watch me avidly.

I coated my fingers with lube, and his eyes widened.

I moved my cock and balls out of the way so I could slide a finger inside, and he grasped the footboard.

As I canted my hips so my fingers went in farther, he groaned.

I’d done this before. Being a sensual creature, I’d experimented a few times. I wasn’t going to share that tidbit with him. He thought he had the upper hand in this relationship—in this moment—and I wasn’t going to disabuse him of the notion. I scissored and opened myself, then sank my fingers around until I found that spongy spot I enjoyed so much.

My cock leaked precum.

“Prostate?” He whispered the word with a sweet reverence.

I nodded.

He moved swiftly to the side of the bed. He snagged the condom, ripped open the package, and rolled the fucker on. Within a heartbeat, he was between my thighs.

“I figured we’d be doing it doggy-style.”

“Not for the first time. I want to see your face. Need to see your face.” He offered that amendment up quickly. “Because I need to see how you’re doing.”

I didn’t miss the slip.

He snagged the bottle of lube, poured some on his palm, and slicked up his shaft. Then he met my gaze.

Knowing he needed reassurances, I smiled. “Go for it. I’m ready.”

After a fraction of a second, he moved between my thighs.

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