Page 50 of Make Your Play

His grin turns sheepish as he nods. “There was no team building activity. I needed to get you out of the house to put everything together before you got home.”

All of this—he did it all for me.

Nash lifts his hands to cup the sides of my face, his thumbs sweeping across my cheeks to catch the tears as they fall from my eyes.

“You gave me my dream nursery.”

Emotion envelops his expression. “I just want you to be happy, Riley. You deserve all the good in the world.”

“I am happy,” I tell him, stepping closer to him as I lift my hands to his waist. Nash Simmons has the biggest heart. The sweetest soul.He is the kindest man.“You make me happy.”

“Riley…” he murmurs, my name like a plea on his lips as a fire burns brightly in his eyes. He’s waiting to make his play, but as I lift up onto my toes, I beat him to it.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

NASH

Riley’s lips are soft, yet urgent, tender, yet desperate as they move against mine. What starts out as slow and gentle quickly turns into something intense, something demanding. I match the shifting energy immediately, my mouth moving with hers, tongues tangling in a delicious dance. I could kiss her for the rest of my fucking life. She tastes like strawberries, and I’m instantly drunk from kissing her.

“I want you, Nash,” she murmurs against my mouth, her lips dancing across my own. “Ineedyou.”

My head swims, my heart pounds, and she surrounds me. My cock springs to life in my pants, hot and throbbing as she presses herself against me, kissing me with a need that’s been burning for a fucking lifetime.

Spinning her around, I back her out of the nursery and into the hallway. Riley’s hands slide up to my chest and she takes over, pressing me against the wall as the kiss deepens. Her tongue slides against mine, one of her hands leaving my chest as she reaches for the doorknob beside her.

She manages to get it open, both of her hands moving back to the collar of my shirt as she drags me away from the wall, pulling me into her bedroom. My hands find her hips, spinning heraround as I back her farther into the room, not stopping until the backs of her legs are hitting the edge of the bed.

We break apart, our breathing ragged as we struggle to catch our breaths. Riley’s chest rises and falls in rapid succession as she reaches down to the hem of her shirt. My nostrils flare, a fire burning inside me as I watch her slowly lift it up and over her head before dropping it onto the floor.

My eyes scan over her body, traveling over her swollen stomach, landing on her full breasts as she unhooks her bra and tosses it with her shirt. Her nipples grow hard under my gaze and I resist the urge to go to her, to touch her and taste her. I’m waiting to see what her next play might be.

Her gaze is still trained on mine as she slips her hands beneath the waistband of her maternity pants. My cock strains against my own pants as I watch her drag them down her thighs, pulling her panties with them. She bends over, her stomach causing some restriction as she stops with them by her ankles.

“Let me,” I tell her, dropping down to my knees as I reach for her pants. Sliding my fingers through the material, I hold them open as she places her hands on my shoulders and removes her feet from them. I lift my eyes, my gaze traveling along her thighs, her pussy, over her stomach and tits, until I meet her heated stare. “Goddamn, look at you.”

Her lips part, a choppy breath escaping her.

“I’m on my knees for you, baby.” My voice is hoarse as I drag my fingertips along the insides of her thighs. “Let me worship you.”

She lets out a soft moan, her eyelids fluttering shut as my fingers drift over her cunt. “I don’t know. Do you think you’ve been good enough?”

“Fuck, I hope so,” I groan, a rush of warmth going directly to my dick. “I’m always a good boy for you. I’ll do whatever you want me to do if it means I can taste you.”

“Whatever I want?” she questions me, raising an eyebrow as she runs her hands through my hair. “I like you like this, on your knees.” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “What if I told you I wanted to hear you beg?”

Sliding my hands along the backs of her thighs, I push her legs backward with my chest, her knees bending as she drops down onto the bed. “Then I’ll fucking beg,” I growl as I lean forward, gently laying her back on the mattress. “Although, I’d much rather use my mouth to make you come.”

“Then do it,” she murmurs, parting her thighs as she looks at me over her swollen stomach. “Stop talking and make me come.”

Goddamn, I love her like this, demanding what she wants from me.

Her green eyes are filled with need and anticipation as she rakes her teeth across her bottom lip. I wait for her next command, but she doesn’t say anything as she runs her fingers through my hair, guiding me down until I’m burying my face between her legs. Her grip tightens on my hair as my tongue slips out and I lick her, flattening my tongue as I reach her clit.

Her hips buck, instantly lifting from the bed as I suck her clit between my lips. A moan escapes her, my name falling from her lips as I pin her down against the bed, working my mouth against her. My tongue circles around her lips, sucking on the tender part of her body before I release it. I fuck her with my mouth, licking her cunt, tasting her on my tongue before teasing her clit again.

My forearms press against the inside of her thighs, holding her in place as my fingertips dig into her flesh. I feast upon her, tasting, teasing, licking, and fucking. Releasing her leg with one arm, I move my hand along her flesh until my fingers are pressing against her.

I slowly push a finger inside of her, feeling how tight she is around me. “I can’t wait to see how my wife looks taking my cock instead of my finger.”

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