Page 129 of Play the Game

I’m fuckingmy wife in the men’s bathroom, and I’m treating her like she’s a slut, but fuck, I think she likes it.

She’s soaking wet, and my dick slides right in, giving us both the relief we’re desperate for. I take her from behind and push her down so she’s flat against the counter. I pump in and out, obsessed with how good it feels. I kept her thong on because I was too eager, but now I want to see all of her. I rip it off, pulling on the strands of lace until they fall on top of my dress shoes.

“Look at you,” I say, pulling us upright.

She’s flushed all over, and her cheeks are bright with pleasure.

“Look at you letting me take you in a bathroom like you’re some dirty little slut.” Her cunt tightens, and I pump in harder.God damn.

“Emory.” She says my name like it’s her lifeline, and I love it.

I clench my jaw to keep myself from coming. “You’re only a slut for me, though…”

A moan leaves her, and I shut my eyes.God, she likes when I talk dirty to her.“Say it.”

“I’m only a slut for you.” She’s so obedient when I have her like this. It’s the best balance.

As soon as she says it, she explodes. She squeezes my cock, and her tight body moves against me as a wave of pleasure rocks her.

“Fuck.”I make a noise I don’t think I have ever made before. I quickly pull out and move her to the side, shooting my come into the sink.

We’re both panting and gripping whatever we can to keep us upright for so long that there’s a knock on the door.

Scottie sucks in air and quickly fixes her dress against her body. I scoop up her panties and stuff them in my pocket before staring at her.

I’m in love with her.

I’m totally fucking in love with her.

I slip my hand into hers when there’s another knock. I give her a wink. “Relax, baby.”

It’s me. I’m the one that needs to fucking relax.

“Relax?” she rushes. “Emory! I just let you fuck me in this bathroom, and there’s probably a long line of men out there who are going to think I’m a slut.”

I grab my suit jacket, and with my hand on the doorknob, I glance at her worried face. “The only thing they’re going to be thinking is how lucky I am to be your husband.” Her furrowed brows relax slightly. “You may be a slut for me but never for them.”

She blushes.

Goal achieved.

When I open the door, I’m not surprised to only see one man standing there. Men don’t go to the bathroom in groups like women do.

I raise my eyebrows at Scottie.See?

But she isn’t looking at me.

She’s looking at him.

And I really don’t like the look on her face.

I turn to the man and give him a once-over.

He’s wearing a nice suit, and considering I know just about everyone affiliated with the league, he’s likely to be one of the donors.

“Excuse us,” I say with an uptick in my voice.

I pull Scottie to the other side of me because I’m selfish and don’t want his eyes on her, especially with the look of familiarity occurring between the two of them.

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