Page 42 of Play the Field

Nodding, I smiled. “Only if you make me.”

Cleo rolled their eyes but nodded, knowing I was kidding. But nonetheless, they applied targeted pressure to my sensitive, throbbing clit. As they did, I felt my body start to quake. Between the slick excitement between their legs and their fingers on my own slit, my body was ready to be sent over the edge.

I felt Cleo’s hot breath against my shoulder as they grew closer to their peak. Our moans grew louder, unconcerned with neighbors or roommates for the first time we’d ever been together.

“God, I missed you,” I confessed as my body took over, my movements beginning to stutter as Cleo’s pressure grew.

Under my hand, I felt Cleo shudder against me. Their neck strained as their moans grew to screams of pleasure. “Don’t leave me again, Cat.”

Following orders, I pressed deeper inside them as I felt the muscles inside them tighten around my fingers. “I’m not going anywhere.” The sensation made my jaw drop as my body lost control. I screamed into their chest as the waves of pleasure vibrated my body.

Tightening their grip, Cleo followed close behind me. But they pulled my face toward theirs, our eyes meeting as we both reached our peaks.

“Shit.” I managed as my body tensed and froze. After a few seconds, my muscles released and collapsed onto Cleo’s body.

Catching our breath, both of us removed our hands.

Unable to hold myself up any longer, I rolled onto my back.

Laying next to Cleo, I looked over at them as my chest heaved. “Are you okay?”

With a nod, Cleo moved onto their side to look at me. “More than. Are you?” They were barely able to keep their eyes open as they asked.

“More than.” I smiled back at them. “Can I hold you?”

Cleo smirked back at me and rolled to their other side. “You just want to touch my ass.”

Shrugging, I slipped my arm under their neck and wrapped the other around their stomach. “Would that be so bad?”

“Nope.” Playing into it, they rubbed their ass against my core.

I tried to calm the pulse of pleasure that wanted more of them. Instead, I tightened my grip on their body and pulled them closer. I took in every breath of them that my lungs could hold. A part of me was nervous they’d say now, that this magic would pass and they would remember why we never worked. But until that happened, I wanted to be as close to Cleo Fontaine as they’d allow me to be.

25

CLEO

Wakingup next to my ex wasn’t on my bingo card. But when my eyes peeled open and saw Cat’s gentle, sleeping face, it all made sense. Laying on her back, I rested my head against her chest all night.

My nerves wouldn’t let me fall asleep as the morning sun streamed into my bedroom, a slight orange hue to the light as it passed through the changing leaves.

Delicately, I lifted my head off of the warm skin and peeled myself out of the bed. Our clothes were strewn across the floor from the night before. I grabbed mine and tossed them into the hamper before grabbing a fresh pair of panties from the drawer.

Looking over the selection, I was tempted to pick a simple pair of boxers – hoping it would stop me from caving to Cat’s temptation again. But I knew it was naive. So instead, I took out a g-string and pulled it up my legs and over my ass.

Despite the morning being chilly, my apartment was too warm to wear any pants. So I settled for a loose t-shirt that just barely covered my ass.

Before I left the bedroom, I stopped in the doorway and watched Cat sleep for a moment. Taking it in, I realized it was asight I’d accepted that I’d never see again. But I was wrong. Here she was, small breaths leaving her lungs as she slept.

I still remembered the last morning we spent together before I broke everything off. Standing at the threshold, I tried to take her in the same way. I tried to memorize every little hair on her head, every sound of her sleeping form.

Just in case.

Shaking the thought, I walked to the living room where Finn was already on the counter begging for food.

I started a pot of coffee before getting out the can of cat food and dishing it for my sweet tabby. “Good boy,” I gave him a few pets before setting the wide bowl on the ground.

With coffee in hand, I headed to my desk. If I knew anything about Catherine Collins, it was that she didn’t make threats lightly. So I didn’t have much of a choice but to start writing… something… anything.

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