Page 111 of By His Play

She wasn’t wrong earlier; I was rough with her. Rougher than I probably should have been. But she can’t argue with the fact she loved every second of it.

I know she did. So does her body. It’s begging for more.

“Kieran,” she whispers.

“I’ve got to be back in Chicago on Monday,” I confess.“That gives us four days. Four days to forget about the world and enjoy ourselves. Then we can get in our cars and return to our usual lives.”

“And you think you can do that?”

I search her eyes.

“It’s just sex, Effie. No strings. A way for you to let go and burn off some steam.”

“But—”

Reluctantly, I lift her from my lap and place her back on the couch before standing.

Turning to face her, I don’t bother attempting to hide the way my dick tents my sweats.

Her eyes drop instantly, her pupils dilate, and her tongue sneaks out, licking across her bottom lip.

My cock jerks, and I only just manage to catch the groan that rumbles up my throat at the thought of her getting on her knees and?—

“Think about it. No pressure. You don’t want more, just say, and we’ll continue as we were until Monday.”

Without offering up the alternative, I spin around and walk away, dragging my hoodie from my body as I go.

Her heavy sigh fills the air as I walk around the corner and straight into the bathroom.

I don’t close the door. It’s stupid, but if I leave it open, then maybe she’ll see it as some kind of invitation to join me.

Shoving my sweats and boxers to my ankles, I kick them off and step into the shower.

I turn it on without waiting for it to warm up, but the cold water does nothing to lessen the fire that’s burning through my veins.

Reaching out, I press my palms to the tiles and hang my head, letting the water hit the back of my neck and run down my back.

I startle when a loud bang comes from another room, and I can only hope that she’s followed orders and is making lunch.

She really needs to eat something.

As disappointed as I am that she didn’t immediately follow me in here, deep down, I know that she’s doing the right thing.

Last night—and this morning—was so good. I can only imagine how addicted I could become to her with another four days of it.

She’s probably right.

It’s a stupid thing for us to embark on.

It could change everything.

But as I’m trying to convince myself that I can put our time together behind me as if it didn’t happen, movement by the door catches my eye.

I look up just in time to see her pull my hoodie and shirt she’s wearing over her head before pushing her panties down her legs.

My heart jumps into my throat as my eyes drop down the length of her naked body.

My cock jerks and my hands fist as I discover I was right. Her hips are littered with bruises from last night.

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