Page 93 of In It to Win It

I stare at him, my inner muscles clenching. He’s gorgeous . . . broad shoulders, big hands, sexy mouth . . . I’m melting into a puddle on the wooden chair. “Let’s go, then.”

He chuckles. “Finish your pizza, Sunshine.”

As always, his nickname makes my insides go soft.

“Do you like the beer?” he asks.

Change of subject. Good, good. “I do. Itiscreamy.”

We keep the conversation innocuous while we finish eating, although the way he looks at me all thirsty—and not for beer—makes me squeeze my inner thighs together.

It seems a shame to rush out of the restaurant instead of lingering and enjoying the atmosphere and maybe another drink, but . . . oh well. We’re on the same page, and JP quickly takes care of the check and then we’re on our way back to his place.

Even his car makes me horny; or maybe it’s him. Watching him drive the sports car is sexy. Oh man. I’m just so erotically charged right now, everything is sexy. I mean, everything about JP.

“Better take Byron out,” I say breathlessly in his condo when my dog comes leaping to greet us.

“I’ll do it. Be back in a few.” He kisses my forehead and grabs Byron’s leash.

After the door closes, I stand with my eyes closed, my heart pumping, my pussy aching.

I tell myself to just enjoy it.Just enjoy it.

I force my brain to stop overthinking things, force my feet to move, and carry my bag into his room. I packed something I think he’ll like, and I want to be wearing it when he comes back.

I quickly change into the rose-gold satin slip edged with delicate lace. I tug down the covers on the bed and debate climbing in to wait for him there. No, I’ll be a little more subtle than that.

I stroll out to the kitchen, and I’m drinking a glass of water from the fridge dispenser when JP and Byron arrive. Byron’s all happy and bouncing around. I set down my glass of water and fondle his head when he bounds up to me. “Hey, buddy.”

JP stands in the opening to the kitchen eyeing me, slack-jawed. “Whoa.”

I glance down at myself, then pirouette. “You like?”

“Fuck yeah.” He advances closer, eyes dark and hot. “I love it.”

He pins me against the counter with his body and fingers the tiny spaghetti strap on my shoulder. “This is sexy as fuck.”

“Thank you.” My belly is a flurry of excitement. I set my hands on his chest, then slide them up over his shoulders. His hips press into me and I can feel his erection. I love that.

His hands grip my waist and he easily lifts me onto the counter. His gaze wanders down my body and lingers on my thighs, the lace hem of the slip barely covering anything. Easing my legs apart, he moves between them and bends his head to kiss me.

My entire body sighs with pleasure at the feel of his mouth on mine. I slip my fingers into his hair and open my mouth to him, inviting his tongue in. Soft noises rise in my throat and I squirm on the counter. Big hands curl around my butt cheeks and slide me forward along the smooth, cool granite until my pussy is pressed against him.

“Goddamn,” he mutters, sliding his mouth over my jaw.

I wrap my legs around him, trying to get closer . . . closer. “Need you inside me.” I tilt my head and moan as he licks my throat.

“Yeah.”

Hands beneath my ass, he steps away from the counter and turns. I grasp his shoulders and tighten my thigh muscles on him as he carries me down the hall and into his room. My bones are dissolving, my body pulsing with lust.

I left the bedside lamp on and he deposits me onto the bed, kicks off his shoes, then comes down over me. He finds my mouth again with his and his hands roam my body as we make out in endless, deep, seeking kisses, over and over. He rolls onto his back, bringing me on top of him, hands sliding under my slip to curve over my bare cheeks, squeezing, molding my flesh, then rolls me under him again, pinning me beneath his heavy weight, and I love it.

I love it.

“I have to set an alarm, unfortunately,”JP says later as he fiddles with his phone, then plugs it in and sets it on the nightstand.

“How early do you have to be at the arena?”

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