Page 273 of Well Played

“Bed,” Cassie tore her lips free to say.

“Hold on.” Grant lifted her with his uninjured hand under her as she held on tightly.

In the bedroom, he laid her down on the bed to pull his shirt over his head. It got stuck on his cast and he had to yank it free. “Not very sexy.”

Cassie let out a nervous giggle. She slipped out of her own top, baring everything for him, since she wasn’t wearing a bra.

He growled, guiding her back on the bed as he covered her. “You’re so beautiful.”

She felt beautiful here with him. Like she could take on the world.

Grant cupped one breast with his hand and squeezed her nipple lightly. When Cassie cried out, he covered that same nipple with his mouth and nipped and teased.

She writhed beneath him, bucking her hips up to meet him where they were both still clothed. Grant worked his magic, giving attention to both breasts before standing up.

Cassie marveled as he pulled off his shorts and rolled on a condom that she didn’t even realize he had. She hadn’t even thought to use protection; she was so drunk on him. At least one of them was slightly aware.

She raised her hips and slid her shorts down, watching Grant’s reaction and drinking it all in as she did. His eyes never left her, following every move she made until the shorts were gone.

He returned to the bed, and the anticipation ran through her at the thought of his large cock filling her in a way she’d never been before. She was right, but nothing prepared her for it as he edged the tip inside of her.

Her body stretched as he filled her. Grant hissed as he slowly entered her until she was completely full. Her body took no time to adjust to him, and she moved her hips to let him know she was ready.

Grant withdrew and filled her again in one thrust that had her crying out. He continued a slow but powerful rhythm until Cassie couldn’t take it anymore.

“I need…” she trailed off, not even knowing what she needed.

“I know, baby.” Grant put one hand between their joined bodies, resting all his weight on the forearm of his injured arm.

His fingers explored her slick nub and Cassie nearly died from pleasure but didn’t find complete relief. Grant slid from her completely, and in one hard thrust filled her as he pressed on her with his fingers.

“Grant,” she cried out as the pleasure pulled her under.

He roared her name as she he found his own release. They lay there after, both sated and relaxed as they tried to catch their breath.

“That was.” Cassie didn’t know what word to even use.

“Yeah,” Grant agreed. “It was.”

9

“Mmm,”Cassie moaned into him as Grant held her tightly against him this morning.

A week had passed since he’d first confessed to her that he wanted more, and it had been everything he thought it would be. The only trouble was, he didn’t ever want to end it.

Cassie had a connection to this town, her family. Everything about her screamed this was where she belonged. He, on the other hand, had no connection outside of a short stint on the team and her.

His ringing phone pulled him away from her. He rolled over and checked the screen, immediately feeling sick at Patrick’s name on the screen.

“It’s my agent. I’m sorry I need to take it.” He felt her tense at his whispered words.

She nodded, but didn’t face him.

“What’s going on, Patrick?” Grant grabbed his shorts from the floor and put them on before he went into the living room to take the call.

He didn’t know which way he wanted this call to go anymore. A month ago he would have, but now, now was different.

“Grant, thanks for taking my call.”

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