Page 174 of The Wrong Play

I propped myself up on my elbow, trailing a finger down her bare arm, ignoring the way her skin shivered at my touch. She definitely needed some rest after our…activities last night. “Deadly serious.”

“Jace.” Her voice dipped into that dangerously sweet tone. “I swear, if you don’t?—”

“It’s just until I get back from my meeting with Coach,” I cut in smoothly, pressing a quick kiss to her jaw. I’d explained what had happened after the game in between one of our fucking sessions last night.

She stilled. “Wait. What?”

I leaned over her, my lips brushing against her ear. “Just a little insurance, babycakes,” I murmured. “To make sure you don’t get any ideas while I’m gone.”

Riley made a sound of pure disbelief. “I already said I wasn’t leaving!”

I pulled back, looking down at her, gaze lazy and amused. “Yeah. And you also said you weren’t gonna run in the first place.”

Her mouth opened—then snapped shut.

Checkmate.

She groaned, flopping back against the pillows again, and I bit back a chuckle.

“You cannot keep me like this,” she muttered.

I shrugged. “Sure, I can.”

“This is kidnapping.”

I pressed a finger to her lips. “It’s temporary containment.”

She licked my finger.

I jerked my hand back, scowling as she grinned, smug and unrepentant.

Little menace.

I sat up, shaking my head. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re insane.”

I smirked. “Welcome to the No Drama Llamas, Riley-girl.”

Her glare could’ve melted steel.

Still, I didn’t miss the way her lips twitched.

“Now,” I said, standing up and grabbing the remote from the nightstand. “Since you’re gonna be here a while, I took the liberty of setting up your favorite show.” I turned on the TV mounted to the wall, the theme music filling the room. “And—” I grabbed the bag I’d set on the dresser, tossing it beside her. “Snacks.”

Her eyes darted from me to the TV to the bag of food. “You’re bribing me?”

“Sure am.” I winked. “You like peanut M&Ms and bbq chips more than you like being mad at me. I give it twenty minutes before you forget you’re even cuffed.”

She clenched her jaw, stubborn as hell, but she didn’t not glance at the bag like it wasn’t calling her name.

Yeah. That’s what I thought.

“Be good while I’m gone,” I murmured, leaning down to brush a kiss against her forehead.

She huffed.

I grinned.

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