Page 54 of The Wrong Play

I alreadybelongedto him.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured, and then his hands were on me again, yanking my dress all the way up, pushing my bra down. My breasts spilled free, and he groaned, low and guttural, his mouth dropping to my nipple, sucking hard. I arched into him, a cry tearing out, my hands scrambling for purchase, one gripping his shoulder, the other slamming against the wall.

“Jace—” I gasped, but he didn’t let up, his tongue flicking over me, teeth grazing just enough to sting. His other hand slid down, tugging my panties all the way off, leaving me bare. I should’ve felt exposed, vulnerable, but all I felt was heat—his heat, my heat…the suffocating pull of him.

He straightened, eyes locked on mine, and pushed down his sweatpants with one hand, shoving them down just enough to free himself. My breath caught. He was thick, straining, andthe sight of his huge dick had my core gushing even more. He stepped closer, pinning me tighter against the wall, one hand gripping my thigh, hitching it over his hip.

“Hold on,” he said roughly, a command I couldn’t ignore. My arms looped around his neck, fingers digging into his shoulders, and then he was pushing into me, slow at first, stretching me, filling me until I couldn’t breathe. I moaned, loud and unfiltered, the sound bouncing off the walls, and he smirked, thrusting deeper, harder, setting a rhythm that had me gasping.

“Fuck, Riley-girl,” he growled as he licked down my neck, biting down as he moved, each stroke a claim, a punishment, a plea. “You feel so good—so fuckingmine.”

I couldn’t argue, I couldn’t think…I could only feel him. Feel the relentless drive of his hips, the way he hit every spot that made me unravel.

I bit down on his chest, and he hissed, the bite of pain seeming to spur him on faster. The elevator creaked, a faint groan of metal, but neither of us cared—too lost, too tangled in the heat and the need.

“I’m so close,” I panted, my head tipping back, his mouth finding my throat again, sucking a mark that would linger for days. I was close again, the pressure building fast, and he knew it—he could feel it in the way I tightened around him, the way my breaths hitched.

“Come for me,” he snarled, his hand slipping between us, fingers finding my clit, rubbing hard. I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me, sharp and blinding, my cry echoing in the tight space. He didn’t stop, he kept thrusting, dragging it out, pushing me through the waves until I was trembling, clinging to him as he pressed against my body.

Jace’s rhythm faltered, his hips jerking, and then he groaned, low and guttural, spilling hot cum inside me that dripped down my thighs. His weight pinned me to the wall, both of us panting,sweat-slick and wrecked, the air thick with the scent of us. For a moment, neither of us moved.

We just breathed.

His forehead pressed to mine, his hands still gripping my thighs.

“Why don’t I mow the lawn naked?” he suddenly asked, and I blinked at him, gasping when he slid a few inches out of me.

“The grass isn’t the only thing that would get a trim.”

It took me a second, and then the unsexiest snort known to man came out of my mouth, and his answering smile was so blinding that I lost my breath for a second.

“Still think you can run, Riley-girl?” he murmured, his forehead against mine.

I glared at him, my chest heaving, my body still humming from everything we’d just done. “I should,” I muttered, but it lacked the necessary emphasis that such a statement required to be taken seriously.

“Yeah,” he said, grinning as he brushed a damp strand of hair off my face. “But you’re stuck with me now.”

The elevator suddenly jolted violently, the lights flickering back to life, yanking me from the haze of heat and reckless desire. My heart slammed against my ribs as reality came crashing in like a tidal wave.

Jace pulled all the way out of me, adjusting his monster of a dick back into his sweatpants with the lazy confidence of a man completely unbothered—his bare chest still heaving, my name smeared across his skin. A maddeningly smug smirk stretching across his face.

Meanwhile, I was scrambling, fixing my bra, tugging my dress down…freaking out about the fact that paint was now smeared all over me. I straightened everything with frantic hands, my breath coming too fast, my entire body still thrumming from the way he had justwreckedme.

I reached down to grab my panties, but…Jace was faster. His fingers closed around the fabric before I could even process what was happening, and instead of handing them back like asaneperson, he lifted them, twirling them around one finger with a knowing look.

“Jace,” I hissed, reaching for them, but he smoothly tucked them into the pocket of his sweatpants, patting it like he had just stored away some kind of prize.

My stomach flipped. “Give them back.”

He winked. “Finders keepers, babycakes.”

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open.

I made a move to dart out, to put as much space between me and the disaster that had just occurred in this elevator, but Jace was once again quicker. His hand wrapped around mine, strong and sure…and perfect. And before I could even think about bolting, he tugged me forward, stepping into the hallway like he hadn’t just fucked me silly.

“I—” I started, my voice still breathless, still shaky.

He turned his head slightly, his lips brushing against my ear as he murmured, “Relax, baby. You’re walking out of here looking thoroughly fucked and glowing and hot.You’re welcome.”

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