Page 151 of Play the Game

Ellie nods her head with excitement.

I catch Scottie’s pretty grin, and we all head to the dance floor to celebrate being Mr. and Mrs. Olson, once and for all.

The End

Bonus Scene

EMORY

The day after a game, I’m usually spent. My body aches with each small movement, and my head pounds from leftover stress or lack of water. Maybe both. It takes me a while to get moving and drag myself out of bed for coffee.

Except for this morning.

Instead of salivating at the idea of a cup of piping hot coffee, I’m salivating at the idea of my wife.

It’s not often the team stays in a hotel room after an away game, and it’s not common for Scottie to tag along either. However, the playoffs are different. We have a two day break in between games and we were told torest.

If by rest they mean fucking my wife on every inch of this hotel room, then I’ll abide.

I slowly roll out of bed, ignoring my tight quads, and head for the door. Scottie is sleeping peacefully with one leg peeking out from the covers that begs to be touched. I smirk and turn the doorknob, knowing the scent of biscotti is going to pull her from slumber.

The bag crinkles in one hand and I balance two cups of coffee in the other. I find Scottie sitting on the bed with her adorable sleepy face and white teeth trapping her plump lip when I walk back into the room.

“Morning, Biscotti.” I muse.

It never fails. The very second our eyes lock, my breath hitches. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, or for the obsession with her to weaken, but it hasn’t. In fact, it’s only intensified. The more she and I become comfortable with one another, the harder I fall.

I’ve explored every inch of her body and I still find myself wanting more.

“Morning, Olson.” she croaks, running her hands through her messy locks. Her lazy gaze falls to the cups of coffee and bag. “For me?”

She’s so fucking cute.

“Maybe,” I tease. “You’ve gotta earn it.”

And just like that, my dick is making himself known.

Scottie straightens on the bed and crosses her arms. “Earn it?”

I grin and continue walking toward the bed. She tips her head when I loom over her. I bend, making sure her cup of coffee is out of reach, and press our mouths together.

My body sings when she slips her tongue inside mine, earning every last sip of coffee.

A gruff chuckle leaves me when our lips part.Well played, Biscotti.

I hold out the cup for her to take and watch closely as her lips fall to the edge. How she can make drinking coffee seem sosexualis beyond me.

Fuck.

Her tongue slides against her glistening lip and I swallow roughly.

“Do I have to earn what’s in that bag, too?” She nods to the bag in my hand with a hopeful gleam in her eye and truthfully, at this moment, I’d give her anything she asked for.

I shake my head. “It’s too hard to say no to you when you look at me like that.”

Her eyebrows crowd for a split second and….Is she disappointed by my answer?

Fuck.

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