Page 79 of Not Just a Trick Play

“Not a hot toddy. But better.” She pulls away from me and picks it up, bringing it to my lips. “It’s a blend of black tea and oolong.”

I dodge the drink. “I’m good. Thank you.”

She gives me a “you’re such a baby” smile, and takes a sip herself, then tugs a Titans blanket over us from the back of the couch. My toes stick out. Amelia snuggles against my chest for a second before she tilts her head up for a lingering kiss. But when our lips separate, I swear I see my breath solidify in front of my face.

“Let’s go to my place.” She hasn’t been over yet. I floated it before, but once I confirmed that I did, indeed, live like a cliché, complete with a penthouse in the sky, she made an excuse about preferring the “charm” of her own walk-up, and after learning about her hang-ups with elevators, I didn’t push. But there’s not pushing, and there’s my balls freezing off.

“I don’t know. Isn’t it nice and cozy here?” she says brightly.

Only if you’re not a fan of extremities. “I have a fireplace…” I dangle.

“A real one?” She perks up.

“Real enough. There are flames, plus a rug, and some slow jams waiting for us,” I add with a wink. “I won’t even mind taking my clothes off for you—there.”

“There’s no need to strip down for fun,” she counters playfully.

“But isn’t it so much better when we do?” I tease back.

Her laugh warms the chilly room for a moment, but she’s still hesitant. “I guess we could do it in the shower…” I say, glancing at the bathroom door, but Amelia’s already shaking her head.

“No hot water.”

I gasp. Not entirely theatrically, either.

She giggles.

“I’ll warm you up.” She flutters her lashes, the attempt more endearing than effective, but the relentless chill makes me push on.

I let the elevator go, not wanting to give her a hard time about it. “I’m a pussy about the cold. You wouldn’t want me to freeze, would you? I don’t have your old-world hardiness.”

She softens, seeing right through me.

“Come on,” I coax gently. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Are we resorting to bribery now?” Her eyes sparkle. “More Milky Way…?”

I laugh. “That’s a given. But I promise you something you won’t forget.” I follow that up with a lecherous smile and eyebrow waggling.

Twenty minutes later, I see her look up through the sunroof of my car as we’re driving into the underground parking garage.

“Hey,” I say, catching her hand and squeezing as we step out. “You good?”

Her grip tightens like I’m a lifebuoy, and her face spells out “bad idea.”

“Fine,” she says, but I know she’s lying. I’ve come to read my Sweets well.

For a second, I feel guilty about dragging her over here. If this relationship keeps going the way I want it to, I may need to reassess my living situation.

Without giving her time to think, I press her against the side wall, my hand fumbling behind me for the “P” button atthe top of the panel. My lips are on hers before the doors shut. The slight hitch in her voice transforms into a low moan as my tongue slips into her mouth to duel with hers. I lift her off the floor, balancing her ass on the handrail. Her arms lock around my shoulders.

Fingers thread through my hair, and she moans desperately. It goes straight to my lonely, left-out dick who wants in on the action.

Can we fuck here? The thought barely forms before my eyes catch on the security camera. I move us to a corner where we’ll be out of view, shifting my stance to shield her. Anyone could be watching. And no one gets to see Amelia but me.

I kiss her again, more fiercely this time, my hand slipping to her waist, pulling her tighter against the solid wall of my chest.

The world around us disappears, everything fading into the background. It isn’t until a soft ding echoes that reality snaps back into focus.

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