Page 62 of Sinful Games

"Don't go shy on me now," he said, his hand moving up and down my bare back. "I fucking loved it."

I shook my head with a soft laugh, trying to escape the weight of what I’d just let him do to me—again—and yawned as I rolled to the other side. Didn’t get far. He spooned me immediately, his arm locking around my waist like I was some kind of human pillow, one hand cupping my breast like he owned it. I let out a contented hum, his heat wrapping aroundme like a blanket that was a little too possessive, pulling me even closer.

It was strange, feeling so relaxed and safe with someone who was a complete disaster for my sanity—and, let’s be honest, my safety too. A brief shiver ran down my spine at the thought that I’d just let akillermake me come for the second time with those magic fingers of his, but it faded when his lips started tracing along my neck.

I could feel him hard against my ass, and my legs instinctively clenched, trying to manage the heat building between them.

Then, suddenly, the memory of what he made me say earlier—that I actually wanted tosleepwith him—had my cheeks flushing all over again.

"Anything I said when we... I didn't mean it?—"

He laughed, his grip on my breast tightening just enough to make me rethink that wholeI didn’t mean itpart. “Oh, don’t try to take it back now, Caia. It's way too late for that.”

I fell quiet as his touch softened, his fingers lazily drawing circles over my chest and stomach, soothing in a way that made me feel like drifting off. My eyelids grew heavy, and just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt his lips brush against the sensitive spot behind my ear.

“But first, I need you to be mine before I fuck you, Caia.”

I slipped into sleep after that, only to wake up hours later to an empty, cold bed.

“So, how was your date with Mr. Prince Charming?” Valeria’s voice snapped me out of my focus as I sorted out the meds for the patients’ lunch.

I frowned, totally lost. “What are you talking about?”

“Your date,” she repeated, just as confused as me. “With your tall, muscular, drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.”

My eyes widened. “What?”

Valeria slapped a hand over her mouth dramatically. “He came by last night with pastries for you, practically begged me to open the door so he could surprise you.”

I just stared at her, my mouth hanging open like an idiot.

“Caia,pleasetell me that the man I let into my clinic was actually your boyfriend and not some random guy who could’ve kidnapped all my patients,” she said, somewhere between impatience and a mild panic attack.

“He’snotmy boyfriend,” I muttered, sliding the medicine box into the cabinet.

Valeria’s eyes narrowed. “But you know him, right?” she asked, almost pleading at this point.

“Yeah, sorry,” I sighed, sitting down behind my desk and pretending to care about patient requests for vegetarian dinners. “He’s... an acquaintance.”

An acquaintance who made me come hard last night and left hickeys all over my neck and chest.

Yep, totally normal, everyday acquaintance behavior.

I had to wear a turtleneck today just to cover up the evidence of this very …enthusiastic night.

“To be honest, he looks a bit familiar, but I can’t quite place him. Still, he seemed… nice,” Valeria shrugged, taking a seat across from me.

“They all do at first,” I replied with a small smile before turning back to my computer, checking off the names of patients who had eaten breakfast without causing any trouble.

Valeria’s been through a lot. She’s not just my boss; she’s become my best friend.

She’s this incredible woman, barely five-foot-four, with a chic short haircut and warm brown eyes. But her heart’s been shattered. Her ex-husband—the only man she ever loved—left her after ten years of marriage for someone younger. It was devastating enough, but it got worse when that younger woman got pregnant. Then, just three months later, they all died in a car crash he caused while driving drunk.

She’s only thirty-seven, but that experience has left scars. I keep trying to encourage her to get out there again, to give love another chance, but after what she’s been through, it’s hard for her to open up. She told me once that trusting someone new feels like climbing an impossible mountain. And I get it.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “At least he brought you your favorite dessert, showing he listens to you. My ex once brought me chamomile tea, saying it was my favorite—even though I’m allergic. I nearly died that night.”

I sighed. “Ugh, these men are the worst.”

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