Page 35 of Play Book
I’m starting to get addicted to how it feels when she comes, whether it’s on my cock or my mouth, and I’m equal parts intrigued and uncomfortable.
I don’t get addicted to women.
Certainly not because of good sex.
“You’re going to kill me,” she whispers, looking down at me.
She’s not the one sporting a massive erection.
“Can you think of a better way to go?” I ask, getting up and stepping under the water.
“Now, what are we going to do about this?” she asks, wrapping her hand around me and stroking lightly.
I hiss, pumping into her fist a few times.
“I’m sure it won’t take long if you put your mouth on me,” I grind out, already harder than stone and ready to go.
Again.
Without a word, she slides to her knees and nuzzles my crotch.
Yup.
This is addictive.
And very, very dangerous.
ELEVEN
Saylor
Canyon goes to open the door for the delivery guy while I finish drying my hair. I pull on yoga pants and a light sweater, dab a tiny bit of perfume behind my ears, and hurry out to the kitchen to join him. He’s already unpacking the food, and I grab utensils from the drawer.
“This smells amazing,” he says.
“It’s my favorite place to order from. I try not to eat fried food, but tempura is my weakness.”
“We all deserve a little fried food once in a while,” he says, popping a piece of shrimp in his mouth.
“Wine or water? I have a fairly well stocked bar, but I don’t keep beer in the house.”
“I’m good with water. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day, flying to Alaska, so I don’t need to drink tonight anyway.”
“You’ll be gone a week?”
“Yeah. We’ve got two games in Anchorage, then Vancouver and Seattle before we head back.”
“It’s nice you can do two games there back-to-back instead of having to fly all the way to Alaska multiple times in one season.”
“Yeah, the league makes adjustments for the Anchorage team. I can’t imagine playing up there.”
“Would you say no if they traded for you?”
“I have a no-trade clause in my contract with the Phantoms, so that’s not happening for at least the next five years, but I wouldn’t necessarily say no in the future. It’s all about money.” He takes a bite of a spring roll. “Oh, these are good.”
I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and hand it to him.
We eat in companionable silence for a few minutes, like we did this every day instead of having just gone on our first date yesterday.
