Page 55 of Playing Games

“This is the best surprise of my life, Lexi. Truly.”

I laugh. “You almost spoiled it by going to my place.”

“I did. I was hell-bent on seeing you. Good thing I texted, or we’d both be waiting for each other all night.”

“Nope. I would have lasted maybe another hour before I went home and found you eventually.”

“Oh wow. Are you saying you wouldn’t wait for me all night?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” I adjust myself under him, and his eyebrows draw together. “I don’t know how people wear this all the time.”

“Wear what?” I shake my head, but he catches my chin in his palm, his eyes boring into mine. “Wear what, Lexi?”

I shrug. “I guess you’re just going to have to wait until I take off my coat to see.”

“Coat? What are you wearing a coat for?” He scoffs, pretend-scolding. “It’ssummer,for Pete’s sake. I think you should take off the coat right now, just for your own comfort and convenience, of course.”

“You do, do you?”

“Yes. Very much. I will, however, if it’s any consolation, help you every step of the way.”

“You’re very supportive,” I mock.

“Oh, you have no idea. On certain nights, like tonight, for example, I’m available for youreverywhim, need, or service.”

“Blake.”

“Take off the coat, Lex. I want to taste your pussy.”

“Blake.” Courage bubbles in my throat as Blake’s warm blue eyes curl up at the corners.

“What, Lexi?”

“I want to taste you too.”

“Oh yeah. The coat is coming off now.” Blake scoots back just enough to undo the knot at my waist, pulling open the tie until it falls to the sides and then slowly, reverently, opening the coat. My skin goose bumps around the black lace underwear the salesgirl talked me into buying, and Blake’s whole face heats with lust of an eleven if the scale is from one to ten.

I blow out a breath to steady my nerves, and Blake’s entire being quiets, one large, long-fingered hand splaying around the flesh of my thigh.

“You look so fucking good, Lex.”

“Yeah?” I ask in a breathy whisper.

“Yeah.Fucking incredible.And to say I appreciate the effort is an understatement. I want to stress how impressed I am with it. But with that said…you don’t have to do this for me.”

I scrunch up my nose in confusion. “Don’t have to do what?”

“Dress up in shit you’d never in a million years dress up in. Wear lace panties and lace bras and do it so I’ll get a thrill. I like your black cotton panties just fucking fine.”

Even with all the effort and the excitement and the thrill of seeing a different perspective on myself, hearing him say I never have to do it again is the biggest, swooniest, sexiest relief.

It’s hard to be something that I’m not. And while I think it’s a good exercise to be willing sometimes, I think it’s even better to find someone who says you don’t have to.

Who saysIdon’t have to.

Gently, Blake puts a hand to my chest, pushing me flat on my back on the couch and pulling my arms out of the sleeves of the coat. I watch avidly as he sinks to his knees on the floor beside the couch, turning my body with two strong hands on my hips before gripping the flesh on the insides of my thighs. He licks his lips in a soft, unintentional gesture, and I have to swallow hard to send my heart back down into my chest.

Blake leans forward and closes his mouth over the top of my panties, and my back arches off the couch like a junkie taking their first hit.

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