Page 18 of Play Book

His body is strong and firm against mine, muscles bulging in his arms and shoulders. My hands drift up his torso—which is also very hard and muscular—exploring the feast that awaits me.

I love sex.

It isn’t always as good as I might like, but when it is, I can’t get enough.

And something tells me I won’t be able to get enough of Canyon.

The way he kisses is sensual and practiced, as though he knows exactly what buttons he needs to push to turn me on. He doesn’t rush either, apparently perfectly content to just stand here in my kitchen and kiss. And kiss. And kiss some more.

Until my heart is racing and the spot between my legs feels damp.

“You taste so good,” he whispers when he finally pulls away. “I want to lick every inch of you.”

“I’m very much looking forward to that.”

“I think you’re wearing too many clothes,” he says gruffly.

“You mean this?” I’m wearing a dress, and I run my hands down my sides. “You should unzip me.” I turn my back to him and feel him lower the zipper. I let the dress slide down very slowly and then take my time stepping out of it.

“Bra too,” he says, before I have a chance to turn around.

“Help yourself,” I tease.

It takes him about two seconds to unsnap it, and I let the bra fall off as well.

Then, ever so slowly, I turn back to him.

His breath hitches and there’s no mistaking the desire in his eyes.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Saylor. You’re perfect.”

SIX

Canyon

I’ve been with a lot of beautiful women but never one quite this flawless. Her skin is pale and blemish-free, and her breasts sit firm and high on her chest. They’re on the small side, but I’ve always been of the mind that anything more than a handful is a waste.

It’s a little mind-boggling to be standing here with one of the top models in the world and having her undress for me in her kitchen. Part of me wants to throw her up on the counter and have my way with her right here and now, but another part thinks it more prudent to take my time and savor every moment we have together.

If this is going to be our only night together, I want it to be perfect.

For both of us.

I reach out to put my hands on either side of her waist, pulling her toward me, but she puts a hand on my chest.

“No fair that I’m practically naked and you’re still wearing everything,” she says softly, her eyes glittering with excitement.

I tug my shirt over my head and toss it aside. “Better?”

She strokes a finger down my stomach. “Much.”

I lower my mouth to hers when a phone rings that’s loud enough to make us both jump, and I look around in annoyance.

“Is that a landline?” I ask curiously.

“Fuck. The only person who has this number is my security company— ” She hurries over to a cordless phone I didn’t notice before and answers it brusquely, as if prepared for bad news. “Hello, Rage? Is that you?” She’s quiet for a moment and then her eyes widen. “My gallery… oh no… what happened… are you sure? Fuck…Yes, yes, of course. I’m on my way. Thank you.”

She puts the phone down and immediately runs out of the room.

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