Page 57 of Dirty Player

I’m too busy wondering how the tables got turned and holding myself back from driving the car off the road and throttling her.

Kaylee’s hair is up in a ponytail and she’s wearing black Nikes, a pair of denim cut-off shorts, and a Hawkes sweater.

Images of me pushing her head down onto my cock and making her suck me off for lying almost consume me.

And make me hard.

Always goddamn hard around this girl.

The fact she won’t even look at me confirms her little lie.

The traffic builds and we start to slow, so I make my move. My hand reaches and slides between her legs.

“Levi,” she moans in surprise.

“We aren’t done. I know it, and you know it.” I inch my fingers under the denim and lace to her hot flesh.

Kaylee presses into my hand.

“Take them off.” I demand.

“What?” she gasps.

“Take them off, spread your legs, and lean back in the seat.”

There’s a short hesitation before she does what I ask, ripping down her shorts and panties.

I press play on my favorite soundtrack, turn up the volume, and get comfortable as my fingers slide between her now wet flesh.

When I glance over, I let out a curse.

My girl with her legs spread and pink glistening flesh on the seat of my Maser-fucking-rati. Thank fuck I’m wearing sweatpants as my cock swells at warp speed.

I focus my attention between the traffic and her clit as I circle it and slide my fingers through her fold. The angle isn’t right to insert it, but I’m going to make her come, anyway.

I take a moment to lick my fingers, then return them to her body.

When I glance back down at her, Kaylee’s half-lidded eyes are rich with arousal, and she’s writhing with pleasure.

That’s right.

This is not over.

Not even fucking close.

When we get back to my place, I carry our bags inside and drop them on the floor. Kaylee follows me to the bedroom and takes me by the hips and drags down my sweatpants.

Then, going to her knees, takes my cock in her mouth as I grip her ponytail.

She’s so goddamn perfect.

How did we fuck this up?

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FOR THE NEXT six weeks, Kaylee and I spend at least three to four nights a week together. Mostly she’s at my place. Every morning we agree this has to end and leave knowing it won’t.

Thankfully, no one in the team has caught on.

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