Page 99 of Play the Game

She’s so good at acting like my wife that I know they suspect nothing out of sorts.

It isn’t until we’re halfway up the stairs that I feel the wrath flowing from her tight little body.

“You are such an asshole!” She attempts to hit me in the stomach, but I take the opportunity to quickly scoop her up in my arms and drape her over my shoulder.

Her gasp hits me in the back, and I laugh to myself, climbing the rest of the stairs. The moment I place her down on her feet, she scowls and darts down the hallway like a child.

“What the hell are you doing?” I quietly laugh, going after her.

She pushes the door at the end of the hall open and turns around with her arms crossed. “You had a guest bed this entire time?” She’s fuming, and I have to purposefully keep myself from laughing at her expense.

“Yeah, so?”

“I’ve been sleeping on the couch!” she hisses.

My lip hitches, and she glares before pushing me off to the side to stomp down the hall. I follow her swaying hips all theway into my room. When I turn and shut the door, I hear my bathroom lock click.

“Really?” I say through the door. “You gonna stay in there all night and be angry?” I chuckle under my breath. She is impossible but so goddamn amusing.

“I can’t believe you had a guest bed but forced me to sleep on the couch!”

I grip the doorknob and give it a twist. It’s locked, but it didn’t stop me from trying. I talk through the door. “I didn’t force you to do anything. I basically begged you to sleep in the bed with me. Your belongings are already in the closet. Why not just sleep in here too?”

“Well, I can’t do that!” she snaps back.

“And why is that?” I tease, knowing very well why. “Is it because you don’t trust yourself in bed with me?”

Silence.

I wait a few more minutes, and when it’s apparent that Scottie is being her usual stubborn self, I sink down to the floor and rest my back against the door. The shower turns on, and Ihatethat the door is locked. Reaching up, I give the doorknob another twist just for funsies.

“You’re so stubborn,” I say, not sure if she can even hear me.

“Well, you married me!” she shouts back.

My chest rumbles with a laugh. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed as much as I do with her around. I stay planted against the door the entire time she showers, hating that all I can picture is her naked in there with water rolling over the curves of her perfect body.

I swear, she takes an extra-long shower, and by the time the water is off, I’ve forgotten all about our little verbal grapple. I’ve calmed my dick down long enough to relax on the floor. I pull my legs up and rest my forearms over my knees. “You did goodin front of my parents,” I say, knowing damn well she’s listening just as intently as I am.

“I know.”

My lip turns up at the corner.

“Can you hurry up? I have a game tomorrow.”

At that exact moment, Scottie whips the door open, and I fly backward.

She peers down at me with a pleased look on her face, and the competitor in me acts fast. I grab her ankles and slide myself farther inside the bathroom, until I’m right between her legs. “What a nice sight,” I muse, looking up her towel. She is absolutely perfect in every way, and her pussy is no exception. My mouth waters when she squeals.

“Emory Olson!” Scottie jumps away, and I’m left laughing on the floor with a half-hard cock.

“Scottie Olson!” I echo.

I quickly climb to my feet. “You’ll never win when it comes to me, Biscotti.”

I have the biggest urge to grab her towel and strip her bare when she stomps past me, but I refrain. Instead, I give her privacy and shut myself behind the bathroom door.

The fact that I have a game tomorrow has crossed my mind several times, and if I don’t get my shit together, I might be just as unfocused as I was in practice today.

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