Page 113 of Play Book

I’d told her about the insanity with Phil last week.

“Not great. He’s pissed. Hurt. Betrayed.”

“Don’t repeat this, but Harper wants to trade him.”

“Good riddance to bad rubbish. He needs to be gone. No one liked him all that much before. Now he’s persona non grata.”

“It’s hard to believe Brenna would cheat with one of Marty’s teammates.”

“Yeah, it’s been a rough week. Video of the fight has been all over social media, and of course, people put two and two together. Marty figured it out because he saw a nude selfie she sent to Phil’s phone, which he’d put on the table. Marty recognized her tattoo—he has a matching one. They got them on their honeymoon.”

“Yikes. That’s brutal. Especially since Harper said it’s past the trade deadline.”

“Yeah, so we’re going to have to find a way for Phil and Marty to get through the playoffs without killing each other.”

“You know what? I don’t want to talk about them,” she says.

“No.” I run my thumb along her jawline. “What do you want to talk about?”

“I don’t really want to talk.”

Before I can kiss her again, we pull up to our hotel. It takes a few minutes to get out, walk through the lobby, go up in the elevator, and let ourselves into our suite. We’re finally alone, and I have every intention of making this a night to remember. We have so little time together, and there are so many things I want to tell her.

But first, I have to touch her.

If the surprise is anal, I’m down with that, but it’s not some kind of game changer. Being inside of her, in any capacity, is all I need.

I shrug out of my jacket and toss my tie to the side. My belt follows as I toe off my dress shoes and follow her into the bedroom. She’s already half-naked, wearing nothing but a thong now, and she crooks a finger at me.

“Come get me,” she whispers in a raspy voice.

“Were you wearing a plug during the show?” I ask with a smirk.

“I was.”

“Damn, baby. That’s hot.”

“I’ve been hot and wet for days, waiting for you to get here.”

I capture her lips with mine, taking her mouth with fervor.

She’s been wet and aroused all week.

Waiting for me.

“Do we have lube?” I murmur.

“We do.” She pauses and reaches for a bottle I didn’t notice before.

“Hey.” I pause, gently taking her chin between two of my fingers and turning her face toward mine. “You sure? We don’t have to. I like it but your pussy works just fine for me.”

“No. I mean, yes, I do want to. I can enjoy it if you’re gentle and know what you’re doing. And somehow, my gut tells me you do.”

Fuck.

She really is the perfect woman.

Why this incredible woman decided to take a chance on me, I’ll never know.

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