Page 62 of Endgame

“Uh, why am I getting on the table?” If he weren’t such a giant, his body would undoubtedly be laid out by now. He looks like he’s about to fall at her feet.

Oh, he likes them bossy, I see.

Tenley speaks up, “Do what you’re told. Get ready for my tongue, Graves. Now, get on the fucking table.”

Girlfriend came to play.

I’ve never seen a mammoth-sized playboy move so quickly to the bark of a woman. It’s about time these men caught up.

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am.”

This is going to be entertaining to watch.

The prospect of a massive baseball player and a tall supermodel-esque woman getting dirty is evidently an experience not a single person in the tavern is willing to miss out on. The crowd hovers around Gus, laid center on the round table, while Tenley stands between his legs, ready to win this game.

“Lose the shirt.”She’s ruthless.

Gus’s head pops up to attention, reacting to the sound of her strong voice, while he sends her his signature playboy wink, “If you’re trying to get me naked, princess, all you have to do is ask.”

As Gus removes his shirt, hollers break out like wildfire, and the crowd is met with tan and chiseled abs.

If Tenley is affected by the sight of them, she doesn’t let on to it.

Looking at him with eyes of disgust, Tenley imitates puking while crushing his ego to pieces.

“Not a chance, pretty boy. I’d never risk my health with all the exposure that dick has seen. I’ll stick with the outer perimeters.”

Her feistiness seems like it only makes him want to teaseher more.

The tension and anger in the room is almost tangible.

Watchers fall silent in hypnotization as Tenley climbs onto the end of the table and slowly crawls on her hands and knees to the promised land between Gus’s legs. His abs are on full display, and the goofiest grin lights up across his face.

“Do your worst, princess.”

Better be careful what you ask for, buddy.

Tenley’s laugh bubbles over in a way that reveals her tortuous plans for him, making this more than a task to fill a bingo spot.

Her hand reaches out towards King, “Shot and a lime, please.”

King hustles over with the goods, and Tenley settles herself between Gus’s legs again. She’s standing upright on her knees, quickly deciding now is the time to take off her jean jacket and let the goods do their job. Gus all butsalivatesat the sight of her.

Tenley is well endowed in the breast department, something I know she is self-conscious of, but the size of them comes in handy when needed.

He may even be low-key growling and licking his lips.

Her black plunging neckline conceals barely a nipple, giving Gus a live-action experience.

King stands up to the side of Gus’s body and sets the tequila shot glass on his navel, while urging him to open his lips for the lime. His lust is evident with the level of haze taking over his eyes, fixed solely on Tenley. I haveneverseen him react this way.

Patience wearing thin, Tenley acts fast throwing off the entire tavern.

Her tall frame grabs a pinch of salt off the table and draws a line from where the band of his jeans lead to his navel.Lifting her body slightly, she leans over him seductively, grazing her breasts along his thighs as she slowly licks the salt from bottom to top. Instead of her hands placed behind her back, they’re gripped tight to the center of his massive thighs. The act is sexy and tempting.

I find myself looking back at Cal, silently blushing at the thought of our moment in the bathroom. He smirks knowingly, causing my cheeks to flush.

“Mhmmm, Ten.” Gus’s moans are unapologetic.

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