Page 75 of Dirty Player

She’s so stunning when she gives me everything. Well,not everything,I remind myself.

Sharp pleasure shoots down my spine as I clench my hands around her cheeks. At the last minute, as I promised her I always would, I pull out and spill my come over her back and ass.

Stroke after stroke, something inside of me watches the streams mark her.

She’s mine.

As she collapses under me, I flip her and shove my face in her pussy. When she screams, I drink all of her. Then climb up her body, both our eyes sparkling with desire and fulfilled pleasure.

“Good morning, kitten.”

Her arms wrap around my neck, and she nuzzles her face into it.

“Good morning, Mr. Montgomery.”

I hold her tight, feeling a strange sensation in my chest.

She’s never called me that before. Call it premonition, but I sense something isn’t right.

Or is about to change.

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THE LIMOUSINE PULLS up and I climb out, tugging on the cuffs of my tuxedo.

I feel like I’ve left my shoes at home. Or worse, my phone.

Kaylee should be here. On my arm. With me.

As the woman I love.

Yet, the risk is just too high, and tonight is not the night to take it.

“Levi!”

“Levi Montgomery. How’s the shoulder?”

The cameras flash, and I shoot them a charming Montgomery smile, ignoring their questions, then make my way along the red carpet into the building. It might be a friends and family Hawkes event, but everything we do is public.

“What a superstar.” Payton grins like an idiot as I join my family in the foyer.

“What can I say?” I shrug and Atlas shakes his head at me.

“Come on,” Molly says as if she has ants in her pants. “I want to meet everyone.”

Atlas takes her hands. “You mean you want to meet Jimmy Gage?”

She winks at me.

“Stop. Jimmy is mypretendboyfriend. You’re my real b—”

“Fiancé.” Atlas says, firmly wrapping an arm around her waist. “And you don’t get to have a whole box of other boyfriends. Real or not.”

Knox shoots a grin at me while Dad slaps me on the shoulder. We all wander into the party. The music is loud and pumping, the room filled with players, coaches, wives—otherwise known as WAGs—friends, and families.

To the outside, it would look like a group of celebrities. And it is.

“Ward Montgomery. Long time no see.” A man steps up and shakes my father’s hand.

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