Page 26 of Play the Game

She wants to refuse. There’s a streak of defiance in her that I want to stroke in the worst way, but instead of telling me no, she follows my command, and I really fucking hate that it turns me on.

I tip my head backward after one quick glimpse of her ass. The panties are cut in the right spot, and the curve of her cheeks makes my hands tingle.

“Do you need money because of that guy last night?”

Scottie pauses for a quick second before swaying with the music again.

I reach up and give her red wig a little tug, and she sends me a death glare over her shoulder. I smirk. “You’ve seen me play hockey… I refuse to lose. So answer my question.”

Scottie’s ribs expand with a heavy breath right before she takes off her wig and drops it to the floor. She sends her blonde waves tumbling down her back with a tip of her head. My stomach tenses when she erases the space between us and sits on my semi-hard dick, rubbing herself over me.

I should tell her to stop.

I should just take her by the hand and walk us both out of this establishment because there’s no way she’ll pick working as a stripper after I present her my deal, but damn, I don’t want her to stop.

I’m having too much fun with this little game I’m playing, and it’s been way too long since I’ve had my dick in a woman. My hand gets the job done, but it’s hard to remember that with her like this.

“I need money for a lot of reasons,” she finally answers. “Now tell me what you want and why you’re forcing me to give you a lap dance.”

I snort. “I’m not forcing you to do anything. My hands aren't even on you.”

In fact, they’re behind my head as I relax into the chair and let her do her thing. It feels a little degrading to make her dance instead of just laying out my plans before both of us head out the front door, but I can’t let her offthateasy.

Not after she tried to force me into giving her money.

Scottie spins with the change of the song and peers at me through thick eyelashes surrounding her pretty blue eyes. Her lip disappears behind her teeth, and I want to smear the red lipstick off her lips in the worst way, because as sexy as she is like this, I liked her better with hardly any makeup on and wearing a faded Blue Devils sweatshirt.

I tip my chin and stare right into her eyes. My hands slowly come out from behind my head, and I rest them on her waist. Hers land on my shoulders and eventually move to my nape where she grabs the short ends of my hair.

My fingers dig into her bare belly as the words leave my mouth. “Marry me.”

Scottie freezes. Her eyebrows furrow, and there’s a faint popping sound from her lip slipping out from behind her teeth.

It only takes a few seconds for her entire body to stiffen. The pretty blue color of her eyes hardens to ice, and she snarls. “Are you kidding? Is this some type of payback?”

Her warm breath fans against my face with her angry scoff. I grip her harder and pull her in close. “Sit,” I demand.

“No.”

Why is that word so enticing coming from her mouth? Her defiance is a temptation like no other.

I force her into my lap, and I’m prepared for her to either scream or slap me, but I rush the words out before she can do anything. “I’m not kidding. Just hear me out, Scottie. You at least owe me that.”

I watch her delicate shoulders loosen, and she scoots forward over my dick, erasing most of the space between us. Her fingers dig into my hair again, and she pulls harder. “Fine. But I will bite you if you’re just fucking with me, Olson.”

A chuckle flies out of my mouth. “Keep moving over me, or your ex-boss isn’t going to get off to our little show.”

“Ex-boss?” she asks, grinding over me a little faster.

My attention falls to the emptiness between us, and there’s a part of me that wonders if she’s as turned on as I am. I won’t admit it out loud, because there is a deep-rooted part of me that hates her, but apparently, there’s a very fine line between hate and lust.

I make my way back to her face and keep a hold of her stare. “If you’re going to be my wife, you will not be working here.”

“Who said I’m going to be your wife?” she scoffs lightly, pulling on the ends of my hair again.

My fingers retaliate, and I squeeze her hips. “Your desperation. You need money. I need a wife. So, I’m here to make a deal.”

Scottie leans down and moves to the side of my neck, still putting on her little show. Her mouth moves to my ear. “Why do you need a wife?”

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