Page 122 of Play the Game

He knows this.

I know this.

Yet, I do exactly what he says.

My shaky hands fall to the edge of the granite. The slip of my shirt being pulled up against my skin excites me.What are we doing?The headstrong part of me is withering inside, but the way his hands feel on my body outweighs every single breath in my lungs, let alone every willful thought.

Emory’s palm grazes my curves at the same time his teeth pull on my earlobe. My head flies backward, and I grip the counter so I don’t slip. “No panties? You do want to be punished.”

I gulp before letting out a shaky breath.

“Hold on tight, baby.”

I gasp when he smacks my ass. I turn my head, still holding onto the counter, and catch his wild eyes. The light over the stove shines on the side of his face, and he’s so hot I forget that he just spanked me.

It blinds me so fiercely that I don’t even realize how much my body enjoyed it.

Emory smirks while sneaking his hand down the front of my body and in between my legs.

He groans. “Ah, fuck. Youdolike being punished.”

My head falls to the crook of his neck when he feels how wet I am. I want to be embarrassed because I’ve never shown anyone this side of myself—not to this extent, at least. But I feel so safe with him that I’d show him all of me, even the ugly parts.

“I just like you,” I admit.

I love the way he touches me, like he knows exactly what I need and wantsto give it to me.

Emory’s hand disappears, and he spins me around again, but this time, I’m facing him. I’m plopped on the counter in the blink of an eye, and he crowds my space as soon as he spreads my legs. He acts so swiftly and confidently. I love every single second of it.

“But I’m your husband,” he whispers, dipping down to his knees. “You’re supposed to love me.”

If he keeps it up, I just might.

He pulls me to the very edge of the counter, and my palms fall to the cool stone to brace myself. His hot mouth disappears in between my legs, and I’m instantly on the edge of madness.

The strokes of his tongue push me to move my hips against his face, and a whimper falls off my lips the more he licks me. I can’t think straight. I don’t feel anything but pleasure and him,which is a very dangerous concoction.

“Emory,” I breathe out his name like I’m going to faint.What is he doing to me?

My body twists, and so does my heart.

He pulls back and stares up at me with passion. His hot mouth is covered by me, and when our eyes connect, I feel my pulse skyrocket. “Tell your husband how much you love him, and then maybe I’ll put you out of your misery.”

I pause when the tiny voice in the back of my head says it without hesitation.

We’re both caught up in the moment, so if I say it aloud, he’ll think it’s just because I’m turned on and can’t deny him.

Right?

He flicks an eyebrow at me while standing, and I give in.

“Fine,” I say. “I love you.”

I do. I really think I do.

Emory’s eye twitches, and his hand sweeps up my leg. My hair tumbles down my back when my head tips from pleasure. He moves against my clit, and it sends me spiraling.

“Tell me you’re mine, Scottie.” I feel his gruff voice against my skin when he leans in closer to my ear. He’s so possessive of me, and it seems soreal.

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