Page 44 of Playing for Keeps

“Yes, sir.”

“Oh, my, God, you’re sexy when obedient. Let’s make that ‘sir’ thing a regular habit.”

“No, sir.”

“Fair enough,” I murmur and kiss down her spine. “You smell like candy.”

“It’s my body wash. Tonight, we can shower together. Then, you’ll smell like candy, too.”

The thought of cuddling up with Lola in here tonight makes my heart as tight as my cock. I’m unaccustomed to suffering, yet my heart’s struggled without her.

Now, Lola’s mine. That’s what is happening here today. Beyond fucking, we’re building something real.

That’s why I take extra pleasure in screwing her senseless for the next few hours. My dick reclaims her pussy while my fingers roll her nipples. Lola moans approvingly with every thrust. As her pleasure builds, she cries out my name again and again. Sometimes, it sounds like a curse word. Other times, she says it almost like a purr. By the time I come, she’s been to paradise a few times.

“It’s better than my fantasies,” I say as we collapse onto her bed.

Lola crawls closer and rests on her belly while I remain on my back. Her lips brush against my shoulder.

“You inspire me to want everything.”

“Good. Don’t hold back. We can be great together.”

“The McGraw curse is a real thing.”

“Probably, but my family’s magic is real, too. Look, at my great-grandparents. They rarely get along, but they can’t quit each other. The magic tying them together is too strong.”

Lola lifts her head from the mattress and studies me. “I want to believe we can have that magic. I’ve felt different since we met, but that might just be lust. You are the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.”

“That means a lot since you’ve met West,” I admit and add, “I’ve heard a few older ladies down at the bingo parlor find him more attractive than me.”

“They probably just need to update their eyeglass prescriptions.”

Rolling on my side to face her, I slide my hand down Lola’s back and over her plump ass. She smiles satisfied at me.

“If your dad hadn’t set up this arranged marriage, I was still planning to win your hand.”

“What if someone else agreed to marry me?”

“Depends on who it was. If it was a friend, I’d explain the situation. If it was an enemy, I’d drop them in a deep grave in the woods. Either way, you’d be mine.”

“I want to be yours,” Lola says in a tone revealing genuine sadness. “But the curse.”

“Trust me,” I whisper and brush my lips across her forehead. “I was a stone-cold slut until I met you. Giving up other pussy should be difficult for a guy like me. But after that night, no other woman interested me. Trust in my family’s magic.”

Lola’s eyes lose their melancholy and warm with hope. I know my words won’t change her thinking right away. She accepted this curse thing for a long time while I’m a guy she barely knows. As she learns to trust me, the McGraw curse won’t seem powerful enough to defy my wishes.

LOLA, AKA SUFFERING FROM A VAL ADDICTION

Val and I can’t keep our hands off each other. Even when we leave my bed and try to talk on the couch, I end up on his lap. His lips are addictive. I’m left feeling like I’m floating on air.

Kissing him leads to me riding his dick. His hands are in my hair, down my back, holding my hips, and cupping my breasts. Neither one of us can get enough.

Val is like a lemon drop martini and a ray of sunshine wrapped up into a stripper’s body. His affections leave me soaring. He’s sweet and warm. Hell, he’s everything! I’ve gone batshit loopy over this man.

My excitement shorts out my filter, leaving me to cry out, “I love you!”

“Of course you do,” Val replies immediately. “It would be unthinkable for the woman I love to not feel the same about me.”

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