Page 61 of The Secret Play

Something deep inside bellowed that this was a bad idea. No good could come from sleeping with Gemma now. There was too much left unsaid, too many logistics to figure out. The world tried to invade my thoughts, a cacophony of voices, each demanding attention. What about your career? What about Nico? The team?

But my body didn’t give a shit about any of that. Neither did my heart. There was only one question left on my mind. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m sure.”

That was all I needed to hear. I growled, “Take off your clothes.”

Her breaths made her breasts heave as she pulled the sweater over her head. They were perfect—a soft handful. She hadn’t bothered to wear a bra. As she bent to peel her leggings off, I realized she hadn’t worn underwear, either. Had she planned to seduce me?

It worked.

My heart stopped when she looked up at me under her lashes. “Now you.”

I’d never undressed so fast in my life. I threw my clothes behind me without a care as to where they landed, and once I was naked, Gemma kissed me again. It felt so good to be pressed up against her. She offered that warmth I’d been missing.

I’d been missing it my whole life.

I breathed her in as we kissed, and when she palmed my cock, it was my turn to moan. She kissed down my pecs, fingers toying with my scant chest hair all the while until she kneeled before me. When she took me in her mouth, I hissed. She had done this once before and I liked it—of course I liked blow jobs—but I had other plans.

I laced my fingers into her hair and gently pulled her off of me. Her eyes had gone sex drunk. Half-lidded and penetrating. I nearly let her finish me off right then, but this wasn’t what I wanted. “Your mouth is amazing, but I need you.”

“How?”

I pulled her to her feet, then picked her up and set her on the countertop. She let out the sexiest little whoop when I did that, and as I spread her thighs, her full lips parted in a gasp. It was nothing compared to the sounds she made when I reached her wetness.

I peered into her eyes, watching her every tic, her every breathless word. This woman was perfect, from her hair to her toes. That messy bun on top of her head had fallen apart, and now, her hair was a red waterfall over her breasts, barely concealing her hard nipples. Her lips had pinked from our kisses, and ragged gasps rained from them. I fingered her, delighting in the feel of her clamping down on me. As my thumb grazed her clit, she squeezed tighter.

“Don’t stop!”

I leaned on the cabinet next to her head. “Never.” I kept at her until she finally cried out, her body spasming on my fingers again and again. She wrapped her hands around the back of my neck to kiss me as she came. It was heady, this thing between us. Somehow, getting her off was almost more satisfying than my own orgasm.

Almost.

I slipped her down from the countertop, then slung her across my arms to carry her the way a man carries his bride?—

I couldn’t let myself think about that sort of thing right now. This wasn’t that. I didn’t know what we were anymore, but that kind of thought would only get me in more trouble.

I refocused and took her to her bed, laying her down as gently as I could manage. But in the moment, all I wanted to do was slam myself to the hilt inside of her. To bury myself and my troubles away in the pleasure of her body.

She wanted it too, pulling me down on top of her, clinging to me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, so I took her, going deep at the start. There was no better feeling in the world than to sink into the woman I loved. We cried out together, with Gem scratching down my back as she arched her own. I clamped onto her throat, the need to bite overwhelming me.

I needed every bit of contact I could get.

I took her wrists and pinned her to the bed as I pounded her into the mattress. Close was not close enough. I needed this connection with her the way I needed oxygen. We kissed feverishly, ravenously. When she worked herself up to meet my thrusts, I could have died a happy man.

Her eyes widened in shock right before I felt her come on me. It was almost enough to make me join her, but instead, I rolled us over so she was on top. She still shuddered in the aftershocks as I grabbed her ass—that amazing ass—and pulled her back and forth on my cock. I jutted myself up as I pulled her down, and I had to fight the urge to come. She looked so damn hot like this. All orgasm weak and sexy drunk, her tits bouncing. The woman was a fantasy come to life.

She had a hard time speaking, but managed to say, “Gonna make me…again.”

“Good girl,” I grunted as I kept going.

This time, her head flung back as she gasped through the next one, and as she gasped, she came forward, nearly knocking into my head as she collapsed against my chest. I lifted my hips from the bed to fuck her from underneath at my speed. My balls tightened, and every sensation set me on edge.

“Can’t take much more?—”

“Yes, you can,” I growled.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered.

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