Page 44 of Well Played

“I’m sure you have other talents.” I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss me. I don’t care that his long limbs have to untangle themselves while he gets settled between my legs. “But singing isn’t one of them.”

“That’s one of the things I love about you.” He does a push-up, kissing me on the down stroke and pulling up to tease mewith his dangling erection. “You make everything fun. You make me laugh, and you make me want to enjoy life to the max.”

Did he say he loves me?No. He said it was one of the things heloves about me, not that he loves me.But if he did, would I say it back?Yes. No. It’s too soon.It’s never too soon. It’s too soon.But, do I love him? If I don’t love him, then, I’m well on the way. He has all the qualities I respect in a man, and there’s no reason not to love him.

Do I love him?The answer comes back to me as clear as day, yes. I can’t tell him the words, but tonight, I’ll show him. I’ll show him with our kisses, our touch, and all the minutes where it is just us and no one else matters.

“Then, enjoy me to the max.”

Even though I do everything to get him inside me, Bronx takes control and puts my pleasure first. The most I can do is stroke him while he lazily adores my body from the soft skin around my neck, down to my breasts which appeared to need special attention, and then dives lower.

When he covers his mouth over my sex and starts to play me with his tongue, I grab his other hand. I need something in my mouth and since I don’t dare disrupt his position, his fingers will have to do. As one hand plays around my folds, I start sucking his thumb.

“Oh, yeah, baby.” His mouth and fingers combine in a symphony that has no music as he works my body into a frenzy. My back arches, my hips buck, and I almost break his hand as I squeeze my legs together through the orgasm. I can’t remember anyone other than Bronx who put me first.

After he slowly brings me back down to earth, he spreads my legs to lick away my juices, in no hurry to take his pleasure. But what he doesn’t know is that his pleasure is also for me.

“Please make love to me,” I ask with urgent need, releasing his thumb and pulling him into position.

“Are you sure?”

“Do you want it in writing?” I banter back. “Because I have a skywriter on speed dial.”

“Funny girl.” He pauses, poised over me, holding his erection at my entrance. “I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks, so forgive me if it’s not my best effort.”

There’s nothing to forgive. Bronx starts gently, watching my face for any cues. But with little urging, he starts to lose himself in my body, closing his eyes and then opening them to catch mine. Riding me hard, and then backing off as if he doesn’t want to explode too soon.

But when he reaches between us and touches my clit, I feel like I’m riding a roller coaster carriage that’s flown off the edge. My body shudders and shakes with a second orgasm, and I don’t know what to do. I pulse and squeeze around him, while he ups his pace, which only heightens my sensations.

And just like that, he joins me, grunting to his release as I relax beneath him, completely spent.

“Mmm,” I say, kissing one cheek and then the other while he’s still catching his breath. “If that wasn’t your best effort, then I think we should do it again.”

If he knows me at all, the satisfied look on my face should tell him I’m joking, and he does. “Funny girl.”

Bronx leadsme to the bathroom where a new toothbrush and my toothpaste are already waiting. We shower and my gel is already next to his. And when I get out, he has two luxurious towels waiting—one he wraps around me, while the other is for my hair.

“What do you want to sleep in?” he asks as we stand at the foot of the messy bed.

“You.”

ACCUSATIONS AND THREATS

Bronx

“You can't destroyWillow’s reputation … her career,” I try not to scream at my ex-wife, disregarding my lawyer’s cautioning hand on my arm. “We're not doing anything wrong.”

“But how will it look, Bronx?” My ex looks at me with an innocent smile. Hell, she might as well be wearing a twinset and pearls. “At the same time my ex-husband is facing a custody dispute, he starts a relationship with my daughter’s teacher. I mean, you can see it from my point of view, and I’m sure once Danielle Stone has me crying on camera, the public will see it my way.”

“What I can see is that you …”

“Mr. Parker, please.” This time, my lawyer’s hand has its desired effect.

How can Sloan be prepared to destroy an innocent woman’s career for money? I don’t even care about my reputation, but if Sloan gives an interview based on the dot points she just tabled, then Willow’s reputation and career is over, and Charlotte will be the laughing stock at school.

“What is it that you want, Mrs. Parker,” my lawyer asks politely. “You’ve shown us the consequences of not agreeing, but not what you want.”

“Don’t call me Mrs. Parker,” Sloan huffs. “I want to marry my daughter’s father. I want her to have his last name. I want to pretend as if these last years were a mistake that never happened.”

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