Page 115 of The Game

“Are you close?” I say, closing my eyes. I can’t take her flushed face and soft brown eyes any longer.

Her nails dig into my butt, pulling me farther into her, and it’s not helping. She bites my ear. “Such a sexy man,” she says.

“Anna. Vequalsir.Cequalsqoverv.”

“What the hell?”

“Basic electrical formulae,” I say, and she laughs with a hiccup as I swipe my thumb over her hard nub again.

“Oh, oh, Adam. It’s … I’m …”

Just as I think I might die this way, die happy buried deep inside her, she starts contracting around me, sweeping me along with her, her second orgasm triggering mine. Burning up my length so fast, the pain shoots through the whole of my lower body, and I gasp at the relief and the starbursts making my vision blur. A rap on the door echoes through the suite as I shudder and shudder, spilling myself into her.

I blink at the beads of sweat rising up on her skin and listen to our panting breaths and the silence behind them.Did I imagine that knock?

Again, tap, tap, tap.

Shit.

I collapse down onto her.

“Now,” she whispers in my ear, “now I’m worn out.”

“There are people at the door,” I whisper back.

She smiles, eyes closed. “They’ll go away.”

“Just a minute!” I shout out, and she tries to keep a hold of me, with her strong thighs locked around my hips, but I shake my head, pulling out as she pouts. I think she lied about the time we had, the troublemaker. But then again she just won the French Open so she deserves any damn thing she wants.

I pull on a hotel robe from the heap on the chair and shut the bedroom door as I head to the door of the suite. No doubt flushed and sweaty. Well, whoever is here, they’re just going to have to suck it up.

The makeup people and clothes people are standing in the corridor, gaping when they catch sight of me, but I wave them in and tell them to make themselves comfortable and set up in the living room, and that Anna is resting and I will be through in five minutes. Then another tap at the door reveals June and Damian and a cameraman, and after I’ve let them in too, I shoot off to shower and get into something more respectable as Anna lies in our bed with a pillow over her face.

We chat and are styled and primped while they get their background shots, and then I look at the strapless number that Anna’s wearing and run my thumb over the top of it where it covers her chest.

“Can I take this off you later?” I whisper in her ear, and she smiles down at where my finger is exploring.

“You expect me to stay awake beyond 8 p.m.?”

“Are you going to face-plant in your soup?”

“What are you two whispering about?” June says.

“How fast Anna is going to fall asleep,” I say, meeting Anna’s eyes and smirking.

As we’re standing in a corridor waiting to go into the hotel ballroom with a member of staff up ahead with a walkie-talkie because Anna’s got to be announced, Anna squeezes my hand.

I need to talk to her. I didn’t say anything earlier. She deserved to enjoy her win, but it can’t wait.

“I had a message from Fabian while you were on court today,” I say.

Gold silk shimmers around her legs as she turns toward me. The way it moves around her body reminds me of the dress she wore that first night I met her, and the idea that I might get to take this one off her makes my neck grow hot.

“Oh yes?”

“I didn’t want to tell you just after your win, but Konstantin was arrested today.”

“Are youserious? Oh my God!” She’s already pulling her phone out of her bag.

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