Page 41 of Love Game

A blush burned bright in her cheeks, but she managed a shrug that looked almost nonchalant. “It was a gift.”

Curling his lip in distaste, he leaned forward to put the vibrator back where he found it. “The gift that keeps giving, huh?” He located the condom box with his next grope and pulled back again. A smirk twisted his lips as he tore into the cardboard. “Let me guess, his name is Bob?”

She flinched as if he’d revealed her deepest, darkest secret. “You know about BOBs?”

Danny snickered as he extracted a foil-wrapped condom. “I’ve heard the term.” It was hard to look cool and smug when fumbling with a rubber, but he did the best he could. “Not very original.”

“Mine isn’t Bob,” she retorted.

“No?” He secured the roll of latex at the base of his dick, then trailed his hand up the inside of her thigh, hoping to get the conversation—and the action—back on track. “Good.”

A shiver passed through her when he settled between her legs again. He closed his eyes, relishing the sensation of being on the cusp.

“It’s LeBron.”

His eyes popped open. “Seriously?”

“No, just joking.”

He shook his head but growled his approval when she drew her leg up high.

“It’s Michael,” she whispered as she wrapped those thoroughbred legs around his hips.

An involuntary moan escaped him when he pressed into her moist heat. His brain stalled. “Michael?”

“Jordan.” She ran a languid hand down the length of his spine. “Why settle for anything less than the best?”

He blinked, trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was discussing a dildo with her when his real, live, pulsing dick was poised at the edge of glory. But her eyes glowed bright with pleasure and anticipation, the golden lights in them as irresistible as the siren song of her teasing. “Why not Kobe or Kareem?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Kobe has had enough trouble with women, and Kareem just sounds a little too dirty.”

She tipped her hips up, and he began the slow slide into her. Dipping his head to whisper directly into her ear, he asked, “Magic?”

Her husky chuckle rippled through him. “This feels like magic, but I like Mike.” Once he was fully seated in her, she raked her nails lightly up his back. “I like to fly high. Maybe you can help me get some air again?”

He choked on a gasping laugh but began to move inside her. “There’s nothing I’d like more.”

She slid a hand between their bodies. He felt her knuckles graze his abs and heard her gasp when she touched her clit. He drove into her—sure, steady, and driven completely insane by the fact that she was taking her own pleasure in hand. “Christ, Kate, I feel like the top of my head’s going to blow off.”

“God, I hope not. I’ve been thinking about this all damn day.” She arched her neck and bowed her body into his. “I’d hate to think we’d be a one and done.”

“Oh, hell no.”

Determination reinforced, he pulled her hand out from between them and pinned it to the pillow beside her head. Grasping her ass, he leveraged onto his knees just enough to drive down into her, dragging the shaft of his cock over her swollen clit with each stroke. The tiny, maddening moans and whimpers were back within a matter of seconds. Her muscles cinched him tight, holding him deep and snug. He slammed into her, losing his grip as she tightened around him.

The first spasm rolled through her, and he shot off like a rocket, pumping into her wild and free, emptying himself inside her.

He might have shouted her name. The bedroom walls reverberated with release. But whether it was him or her, he couldn’t recall. He collapsed onto her, trusting her to hold his weight as he buried his face in her hair. She gentled him with her hands, feathery strokes interspersed with firm caresses. She unknotted her legs and ran the arch of her foot the length of his.

“We fit.”

A long moment passed. He didn’t realize he’d spoken the words aloud until she answered.

“Yes, we do.”

“It’s nice.”

She laughed softly. “Yeah, it is.”

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