Page 102 of Power Play

I glance at the dance floor. There are hundreds of people, all moving in their own way. Some are jumping up and down. Some have their arms in the air. Some are swaying their hips.

Off the ice, I’m uncoordinated as hell. Can’t find a rhythm to save my life, but I’m not going to let that be the reason I don’t get to put my hands on her tonight.

“I’m sure I can figure it out,” I say, and I grab the bottle of tequila sitting in the middle of the table. “Want something else to drink before we head out there and I embarrass the shit out of us?”

“Probably for the best.” She takes the bottle from me and unscrews the cap. “But I don’t want to waste a glass.”

I lift an eyebrow. “What’s your plan here?”

“Open your mouth,” Piper says in some husky voice I haven’t heard from her before, and my mouth pops open. My dick twitches in my jeans. She stands and I rest my hand on her hip, steadying her. “Such a good boy, Liam.”

My skin burns as she drags her fingers down my jaw and across my beard. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this turned on outside the bedroom before, and I never knew I was into receiving praise.

I’m so hard, so on edge with wondering what she’s going to do, I can’t do anything but watch her with hungry eyes.

“You’re smart.” She rests the bottle against my lips and tips it up, filling my mouth with tequila. “How can you get the alcohol from your mouth into mine?”

I tug her toward me until she’s sitting in my lap. Until her skirt hikes up her thighs and I can touch bare skin. Keeping my eyes on her, I cup her chin and tilt her head back. She squirms and lets out a soft moan when I lean forward and tug on her bottom lip.

Her lips part and I grip the back of her head as I spit the tequila straight into her mouth.

“Swallow it,” I murmur when I can talk again. “Just like you did my cum.” Piper’s eyes flare with heat, staying on mine as her throat bobs and she sticks out her tongue, showing me an empty mouth. “Thatta girl.”

She slides off my lap and stands. I’m slow with my perusal of her. I look her up and down and notice her hard nipples and the flush on her cheeks. The way her skirt is slightly off center.

So pretty.

Piper holds out her hand and I take it, threading our fingers together and letting her tug me out of the booth. I was right—Maverick and Emmy don’t even look up as we walk away, the ground a little wobbly underneath me.

I expect her to lead me to the dance floor, but instead she heads for a secluded section of the club, away from my teammates and the loud bass. There, she leans against the wall, wraps her arms around my neck, and yanks me toward her.

“What were you saying about a lesson in exhibitionism?” she whispers, and I glance around, checking out our surroundings.

We’re hardly noticeable in the dark lighting, but something tells me she wishes we were front and center, and I’m going to play this out to give her what she wants.

“You still want that?” I run my fingers down her arms and lift them above her head, pinning them in place with one of my hands. “Or is that the alcohol talking?”

“You’re drunker than me,” she says, and I know she’s right.

I feel my inhibitions slipping away. My decision-making skills are going out the window, and I want to do this before I forget. Before I get to the point of no return.

I bend down and kiss her, taking her mouth with mine, and I feel her smile against my lips. She hums when I use my tongue, my teeth, when I run my free hand up her waist and stop on her ribs.

Maybe I’ve been too uptight in the past.

Maybe I should’ve let go a little bit more, but I’m glad I didn’t.

Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to have this, right here, right now, with her.

“Touch me, Liam,” she whispers, turning her head so I can kiss her neck. So I can run my tongue down her throat and get a view of her cleavage. “Please.”

I move my hand to the waistband of her skirt. Lower until I’m on her thigh then working up toward her hips. My fingers dip under the fabric, and when I get an inch higher, I find her bare, wet, and fucking ready for me.

“No underwear? Making out with me in the corner of a club where anyone can see me slip my fingers inside you? I’m starting to think you’re needy for me, Piper.” I nip at her ear and press two fingers inside her. “You are, aren’t you?”

“I am.” She groans and drops her head back. “Why has it never been like this before?”

“Because you weren’t with me. Because you were with someone who didn’t know jack shit about what you liked. How to get you off. I bet he didn’t know that when I do this—” I curl my fingers, smirking when she bites down on her lower lip to keep from yelling out my name. “It makes you want to beg. And when I dothis—” I drop her wrists from my hold and move my other fingers to her clit, rubbing in the circle she likes. “You’re going to come all over my hand.”

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