Page 84 of Play the Game

She has the prettiest pussy I have ever seen.

Her finger swipes against her clit, and she makes a noise that I’d love to have on replay.

When I push on her finger with mine, her eyes open, and she latches right onto me.

Our gazes crash, and she can hardly keep hers steady as I press further, making her finger disappear inside.

God.

I’m going to have to fuck my hand again.

I press her palm against her clit and move her finger in and out of her, knowing the slower it goes, the wetter she’ll become.

“That’s it,” I whisper. “Look how well we work together when we’re on the same team.”

Her breaths become choppier, and my heart stops when she starts to move her hips.

Fuck.

Pulling my attention from in between her legs, I focus on her face full of pleasure.

Soft in all the right places with a tinge of pink on the apples of her cheeks.

When her white teeth sink into her bottom lip, I let her take over. My hand remains steady on hers, but she knows what feels good, and I’m just here to enjoy the show.

A wicked little noise leaves her, and she throws her head backward. I know an orgasm when I see one. My other hand clutches onto her delicate neck, and when she whimpers, I choke.

I’ll never be able to look at her the same.

I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself either.

After Scottie finishes riding her high, I pull her fingers out from in between her legs and hold them up in between us. “Good game,” I say, winking at her.

My mouth waters with the thought of how she tastes, but instead of licking her clean, I wipe her fingers on my towel and take a step away, leaving her looking ravished, relaxed, and somewhat irritated at the same time.

Fuck, what did I just do?

I bend down and swipe up her panties and toothbrush.

The thumping of my heart is so loud I can hardly hear her quick breaths when I lean over her. She doesn’t move, and I’m not sure if she’s trying to keep up with her charade of acting unbothered by me or if she really is unperturbed.

What started as a quick rinse off from the game turned into orgasms for both of us, and I’m reeling. I’m trying my hardest to pretend I’m not affected in the slightest, whereas she seems completelyfine.

After rinsing off her toothbrush and applying more toothpaste onto it, I lean out of her space. I dangle her panties off my pinky and hand her the toothbrush. A flash of uncertainty crosses her features before she snatches the pair of panties and jumps down to slip them on. Without batting an eyelash, she turns and starts to brush her teeth inmysink, and I swear she’s sticking her ass out on purpose.

I’m beginning to think that Scottie may just beat me at my own game.

Thirty-Seven

SCOTTIE

The aromaof freshly brewed coffee pulls me from the most restful night of sleep I’ve had since moving into Emory’s. My nostrils flare as I breathe in the scent again, and when my eyelashes flutter open, I’m surprised to see the living room bathed in sunlight.

“Someone is sleepy this morning.”

I sit up quickly, causing the blanket to fall to my lap. My heart leaps out my chest and lands on the floor with a thud, right beside Emory’s annoyingly attractive bare feet. He’s standing over me like a creep, and when I crane my neck to see him sipping on coffee, I’m hit with the memory of last night.

Oh, God.

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