Page 95 of Play the Game

I think my fake wife just became my vice.

The heel of my palm presses against her clit, and she whimpers.

My eyes fly open. “Shh.”

Euphoria paints her face, and a hot swallow works itself down my throat. Blood pumps through my veins, and I’m captivated. My perfect, angelic wife with an attitude that couldrival anyone I know is completely entranced in the pleasure I’m giving her while in public.

I move my mouth to her ear. “Open your eyes and look at yourself.”

Scottie’s eyes slowly open, and I swear to god, they’re glowing.

Her pussy clenches on my fingers the very second she looks at my hand in between her legs.

Mmm, I wish she wouldn’t have done that.

“You like watching me touch you, don’t you?” I ask.

Her cheeks flare with heat when she starts to move against my hand. I press on a spot that makes her suck in air and wait for the finale.

“Don’t worry, I like watching too.” My teeth sink into her earlobe, and I give it a good tug. “You’re beautiful when you’re at my mercy.” She gasps, and her entire body shakes. Her pussy traps my fingers, and instead of watching her come, I turn her face to mine and swallow her whimpers.

The kiss is deep and so fucking hot I can hardly stand.

I silence every one of her quiet moans, not taking a single one for granted.

Her orgasm is over, but I go in for more because I can’t help myself. She’s addicting and has been on my mind far too much since last night. Maybe if I get my fill of her, I'll be able to focus on tomorrow's game.

“Is everything okay in there?”

Scottie breaks our kiss with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

I drop my gaze down to my fingers still inside her and look down in the mirror at the dress seller’s heels right outside the curtain.

“Yes.” I sound completely unfazed, but I am the opposite. “I think we’ve found the one,” I add, dragging my fingers out from between Scottie’s legs. They’re soaked, and I love seeing everylast drop, especially as I brush them against the bottom layer of fabric of her dress.

Scottie, still red-faced and bright-eyed, gapes.

I smirk while unzipping her dress. “Guess we really have to buy it now, huh?”

She looks at me like I’m crazy, and I’m almost certain that I am.

While holding her dress to her body, she shakes her head at me. There’s a twinkle in her eye that wasn’t there before. “All of that just to force my hand into letting you buy the dress?”

Bending down to swipe up her bra, I hold it out for her before she rips it away. “That’s just an added bonus.”

After Scottie quickly gets dressed, all while avoiding eye contact with me, she unclips her hair and tries to fix it in the mirror. I watch her every movement, unable to tear my eyes away, but then I see something she’s going tohate.

“Want to know what else is an added bonus?”

Besides her orgasming all over my hand, of course.

She’s hesitant. “What?”

My fingers get lost in her hair as I push the strands behind her shoulder. I push on her chin gently and nod to the hickey I gave her. “That.”

Her hand flies to the little red bruise, and her mouth falls open. “Oh my god.”

“Don’t worry,” I tease. “It’ll just prove to the media that I can’t keep my hands off you.” I pause. “And my parents.”

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