Page 70 of Playing Flirty

He released a delicious sigh. For the briefest moment, I wondered how many times he’d done this before with other women, but the thought vanished as his warm mouth pressed against my throat, ceasing any chance of coherent thought.

William released a deep, guttural groan.

Through a thick fog of lust, I barely registered a strange vibration against my thigh.

Bodies didn’t vibrate. Did they?

Oh wait, it was my phone. Probably.

It couldn’t be more important than kissing William.

The vibration continued, and with an exasperated breath, I dug my phone out of my pocket and glanced at the screen.

Neema.

Apparently Shaun had told her I’d gone home sick so she’d sent multiple texts letting me know she was on her way home.

Dropping my head onto William’s shoulder, I held up my phone and showed him the texts.

Releasing a frustrated sigh, William pulled away and pushed himself upright. “It’s probably for the best.”

“What?” The old familiar feeling of rejection sneered at me.

William paced the living room, lines of thought spread across his face. “It’s just… there’s… it’s…”

From a man who always had a comeback, his stumbling words sent a shiver of unease through me.

“Ah!” I grumbled. “Well, I can’t stand the teasing anymore.” Pushing myself upright, I swallowed hard. “You’re all talk and no action, and I’m starting to freak out that, by the time we go any further, it’s going to kill me. Is that your plan to get rid of me? Death by pleasure?”

His dimple made a deep divot in his cheek, and he released a low laugh. I bit my lip—even his laugh was turning me on. I needed a release.

Pausing his pacing, he tilted his head at me in a curious expression. “Wait—so I turn you on, and you come home frustrated. What do you do?” He wore his naughtiest grin now.

“I call my mom.”

William burst out laughing. “Really?”

“It usually does the trick to switch it back off.”

He laughed harder, finding way too much humor in my situation.

I pinched him. “Stop making fun of me, and finish what you start.”

“Believe me, I will.” William’s voice dropped low, the playfulness in his eyes replaced by darkness, unlocking an unexplored side of me. Bringing my hand to his lips, William kissed my fingers. “Because you’re the sexiest woman I have ever seen.” Wetting his bottom lip, he leaned forward and placed his lips on mine, nibbling first on my bottom lip before sucking it gently. His mouth moved to my ear. “But it’s not just about that.”

A key jiggled in the lock, startling us so badly that William and I nearly tumbled off the couch. He scrambled to his feetand pulled me upright. I barely had my blouse straightened properly before Neema breezed in.

“William, you’re in my parking spot.” She turned to me, her eyes softening. “Are you okay? I’m sorry I missed Shaun’s call. He said you were feeling ill.”

“I’m fine,” I said, greeting her with a light hug. I glanced around her shoulder at William.

Face flushed and his hair sticking out with an adorable cowlick, he smiled like he was keeping a huge secret.

Pulling away from our hug, Neema turned to William. “Thanks for picking her up.” Her eyes narrowed. “Are you wearing pajamas?”

He shrugged. “This is what I wear to work.”

“What are you doing here?” I asked Neema.

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