Page 53 of Play for Keeps

Ty glanced at the dark-wash jeans and custom-tailored shirt he’d put on in expectation of seeing her. They weren’t nearly as “comfy” as the sweats he’d ditched when he got home. Hearing her voice made him semihard. Listening to her dictate the way his evening would go left him torn between wresting control of the situation from her pretty little hands and surrendering to her every demand. But Millie had a point. These were early days for them. No need to push until she shoved.

“I’m comfy enough,” he replied at last. “How about you? You…comfy?”

“I’m completely naked.”

The promptness of her reply coupled with the purr in her voice marked the statement a bald-faced lie, but he figured her fib was the kind of untruth a man could get behind. “Oh yeah?”

“Naked and hot. So hot,” she said, letting her voice go wispy at the end.

Acting or not, the image she invoked worked for him. In the blink of an eye, he went from mildly aroused to hard enough to bust a zipper. “What got you so hot?”

He half expected her to come up with some phone sex hotline BS about him and how she’d been thinking about him all night, but as usual, Millie was full of surprises.

“I bought a book of erotica.”

He took a full minute to absorb what she was saying. Not only had his brain short-circuited, but the synapses still firing had also immediately zeroed in on the possibility she hadn’t been teasing when she’d said she was naked. And hot.

“You, uh…” He paused to swallow the boulder lodged in his throat. “You did?”

“Yes, and I have to tell you, this might be the best thing I’ve ever read.”

He blinked, then blew out the breath trapped in his lungs. As he exhaled, Ty slumped in the chair, tugging at the snug denim of his jeans in an effort to make his situation a tad more comfortable. “Is it?”

“Well, I’ve only just started reading,” she confessed. “But when I got to this one story, I thought you might enjoy hearing it.”

“Yeah?”

“The title is ‘One on One’ and stars a woman who likes big, tall basketball players.”

“She does?”

“Mm-hmm.”

He heard a rustling noise, and the throb in his groin area picked up pace. He knew the sound. She was in bed. Or on the bed. Somewhere near a bed. Location didn’t matter. “Let me come over, and you can read your story to me live and in person.”

“No, it’s more fun this way.”

“I could argue otherwise.”

“Don’t.” She spoke with enough decisiveness to make him snap his mouth shut. “Do you want me to read you this story?”

He hesitated long enough to swallow his disappointment and sink down lower into the chair, stretching his legs out wide in front of him. “Yes. Please.”

His phone beeped to indicate an incoming call, and he pulled it from his ear to check the caller. Mari’s face filled the screen. Instinctively, he dismissed the call. The last thing he wanted at this moment was his ex-wife intruding on his time with Millie, even if it was only over the phone.

“Still with me?” Millie asked.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

In the lull, he heard the distinct sound of pages being flipped. Frowning at the ceiling, he wondered if Millie had taken the time to write down whatever dirty little ditty she wanted to share with him.

“Mind if I pick up where I left off?”

He chuckled. She could start wherever she wanted as long as she kept talking to him. “Not at all.”

“Okay. Here goes.”

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