Page 82 of Play the Game

“Yes,” I rasp, throwing him off course.

There’s a glint of surprise there that I don’t see often, and his hand starts to move faster. I take a peek and suck up all the moisture in the air. Emory’s hand is large, but it doesn’t make him look small by any means.

“You.”

His answer pulls my attention, and my breasts grow heavy. He looks at my chest, and I hate that I’m not wearing a bra, because when his jaw slacks, I don’t have to look down to see my nipples poking through the cotton of my T-shirt.

“Fuck,” he groans. His sultry gaze travels back to my face. “You like knowing I’m picturing you, don’t you?”

I swallow and try to push myself to leave the bathroom.

“I’m picturing my wife on her knees, sucking me off until I can’t take it anymore.”

His wife.

Why do I love the sound of that?

It’s like he can uncover the secrets trapped inside my head.

He knows how to push my buttons and what’ll take me over the edge.

“You can fool everyone else with that sweet smile and pretty blush on your cheeks, but I know you better than you think.”

I’m panting, and although he’s talking, I can’t stop looking at his tight grip and fast strokes.

“Tell me what you like, Scottie. I want to know if I’m right.”

He is.

He issoright.

I answer, unable to pull myself back to reality. “Wife,” I say. “I like it when you call me your wife.”

Did I really just admit that?My cheeks are warm, and I want to take back what I just said, but then he makes a sexy noise, and I buckle at the knees.

“Me too,” he groans, struggling to speak. “I like referring to you as my wife because that means no one else gets you.”

I fall back against the vanity, hoping it'll keep me upright.

“Don’t worry. Your secrets are safe with me.”

His head flies backward, and the muffled noise he makes is the hottest sound I have ever heard.

Holy shit.

The look he gives me after he finishes could stop my heart if I let it.

“Your turn…wife.”

Thirty-Six

EMORY

The steamfrom the shower continues to fog the glass door, and I wipe at it again, eager to see what Scottie will do.

The euphoria hasn’t worn off yet. I’m still hard as a rock from staring at her through the billowing steam.

She starts to shake her head with lust-filled, hazy eyes, and I open the shower door, unable to restrain myself. I’m not thinking about tomorrow, or next week, or the next several months that I have to spend touching her in public and sharing a home with her. The only thing I’m thinking about is how fucking hot she’ll look when she comes.

---