Page 60 of Playing to Win

I relaxed against him. For once, I was ready to let someone else take over. He spent long moments brushing his hand up and down my back, soothing and comforting. Gradually the stress leached out of my body. I tilted up my head and kissed him.

The kiss started slow, an expression of gratitude for his support. One of his hands moved up, weaving into my hair, and I opened, let him in. The kiss grew heated, tongues entwined, and I turned to straddle his lap. He let our bodies drop back onto the bed, our lips still locked together.

Underneath me, I could feel his erection. But when I ground against it, he flipped us over. I blinked up at him, vision hazy with lust.

“Let me take care of you, okay?”

I’d always been an active participant when it came to sex. It seemed unbalanced to just take without giving.

But Braydon cupped my cheek in one hand. “Let me make you forget.”

I nodded. Letting go was risky and indulgent, but right now I wasn’t strong, take-charge Jayna.

He kissed me again, hands carding through my hair. Time halted. When we were both short on breath he pushed up and rolled over, pulling his shirt off. He rose onto his knees and tugged on my hands till I sat upright. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and flipped it up before throwing it…somewhere.

Red lace today. His finger traced the edge of my bra. He liked my sexy lingerie, and it was nice to be appreciated. Then those big hands moved me farther up the bed, settling me on his pillow. He lay down beside me, brushing his fingers over my bra. He dropped his head and sucked on my breast through the fabric. A whimper escaped. I reached for his chest with my hand but he pushed it back.

Lifting his head, he repeated, “I’ll take care of you. You just enjoy.”

So I did. While he teased my nipples, finally unlatching my bra and putting his mouth on bare skin. I lost track of how long he spent on my breasts before his mouth moved down toward my waist, and then my pants were sliding down my legs. I kept my eyes closed, feeling the air on my heated skin as he removed everything. His warm body slipped between my legs, and then his lips were on my pussy.

Licking, sucking, fingers inside me moving till they found just the right spot and I came with his name on my lips. More kisses, over my hips and up my body. His weight held me down as he leaned across me, and then I heard the wrapper of a condom being opened.

He turned me over, tucking a pillow under my hips, and pressed kisses over my back. He ran careful hands over my knee and I nodded. It felt good. All of me felt good. Then his cock slid in, my pussy wet enough to make the entry smooth.

Kisses on my neck, tongue behind my ear, his hips pistoning his cock in and out and finally he groaned into my neck as he came. My body was relaxed and sated, moving more effort than I could manage at the moment.

He kissed my shoulder. “Be right back.”

He pulled out of me and I almost protested. I needed that closeness right now. But he was back soon, pulling his duvet up over our naked bodies as he held me close.

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Braydon

Sex with Jayna was phenomenal,but this time it felt like more. Was there any chance we could make this real? If we weren’t tied together in this dating arrangement, I’d push for it…but I couldn’t when she wasn’t able to walk away. Today was because of what Frank had said to her. I checked her expression for regrets—maybe once her first reaction was over, she’d think this had been a bad idea?

She cuddled for long moments and then rolled onto her back, pulling the duvet down, and sighed.

“Was that okay?” I kept my voice soft, trying to maintain this bubble where we were two people together, not a media disaster and his handler. I’d taken over, but I hoped in a good way, not an asshole way.

“It was perfect. I just needed a break, and that was exactly right. Thank you.”

She glanced at me, and I kissed her. “Anytime. Really, I’m happy to help like that anytime.”

She rolled her eyes.

“It was my fault, so I owed you.” She raised her brows. “I asked you to come with me to meet…you know.”

Her gaze moved to the ceiling. “I can’t let assholes like that get to me.” She winced. “Sorry, that’s your father.”

“Don’t be sorry. In my mind, he’s not my father. He provided DNA, but my real dad is the one who raised me. Who loves me and my mom and makes us a family.”

“That’s a really healthy attitude. You’re lucky to have parents like that.”

I was. There’d been times growing up when I was envious of the kids who could afford expensive hockey equipment and sports camps and extra coaching. The ones who didn’t have to worry about price tags. That was what I’d resented about Faith. She’d been able to get that coaching and go to a great hockey college, but she’d had to deal with Frank all her life.

“I wish your parents were that way too.”

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