Page 93 of Rush of Jealousy

“Too bad I’m not wearing any,” I say cheekily. “Sorry.” I reach for a little green house to plop onto my property but am thrown backward and pulled on top of a very sexy Graham.

“You tricked me,” he growls, making me laugh.

“Not my fault you made a bad business transaction before checking for accuracy.” I try to wiggle out of his hold. Collins could walk in on us or boaters could see through the wall of windows. And that little lingering fact that we could get caught makes me hot.

His hands slide from my back to my ass and give it a squeeze through the flimsy cotton fabric of my pajama pants. I grind my hips into his and rub myself onto him.

“What are you doing to me?” His voice is rough with need.

I bite my bottom lip and then release it, while licking the edge. “Whatever it is, I better renegotiate the cost. I don’t want to get ripped off.”

He tickles my sides, making me bolt upright. My core grinds even farther into his cock. He feels so damn good.

When my breath settles, I rest my head on his chest and tip it back to kiss his neck. He is so warm. Our encounter in the kitchen only made me want him more. He teases me. Seduces me. It has been this way from the very beginning. Until we both can’t take it anymore, snap, and give in to our desires.

I continue my grinding—turning both of us on. It’s like we have gone back several steps and are now resorting to dry humping, and it feels so damn good that I don’t even care.

“I’ll pay four hundred for your pants.”

I remove my lips from his neck and look down into his almost black eyes. “Make it six hundred and it’s a deal.”

“Done.”

I don’t even know if he has six hundred dollars, but the way my body melts when his is around it is making me do irrational things. His fingers play with the elastic waistband and then roll it back to peel the fabric from my bare skin. It is sensual and slow. I lift my weight off of him in sections, until he takes his foot and brings it up to assist with the removal.

He grabs my bare ass and rolls me to my back. His hands slide up my shirt and palm my breasts over my bra. So many contrasting sensations run through my body. He is rough and gentle. But both types of touches have the same effect on my pussy.

Graham’s mouth is on my ear. “I can feel your juices leaking all over my pants.”

I look up into his eyes and moan. What used to embarrass me is now fuel to get me even more turned on. Our lips lock and his hands go into my hair. The weight of his body feels good on me and has the comforting effect of a security blanket.

“I should charge you for those too,” I say with a smile, as I continue to kiss him.

“Would be worth every penny.”

We tease each other until the brink of release and then halt at the last second. It surprisingly feels exhilarating to get to the edge and then to stop and wait it out. What used to frustrate me while I would attempt my own release in my bedroom all those years has now become a fun challenge.

Graham reluctantly lets me up, and we situate ourselves back on pillows so we can finish the game. I have a strong competitive side that he seems to bring out in me, so I am eager to see who wins. He hands over the six hundred dollars. I count and recount it. And then do it again.

His laughter booms through the room. “Think I would cheat you on the money?”

“A girl can’t be too sure these days,” I chirp. His eyes burn holes into me as I turn the bills over and over. I hold one up to the light coming through the window. “Are these counterfeit?” I feign shock, until I can’t take it anymore and burst out laughing.

“What am I going to do with you?”

“Hopefully take me to a club to help me stuff bills in other men’s pants.”

His growl is animalistic. “You know that will never happen, right?”

“Whatevs.”

Once I get myself settled, I spend my newly acquired money on some houses for my red trio.

I don’t know how to sit without Graham being able to stare at my naked lower half and get me distracted. His amusement is evident in how he undresses the rest of me with his eyes. Only two more articles of clothing keep me from being completely exposed.

“Can I buy you out of the game?” he asks, his tone serious.

“No.”

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