Page 75 of Playmaker

The flush from her cheeks was moving down her neck and chest. “Um, touch next?”

“That’s also good. A wet pussy, for example.” And there, a sudden intake of breath. Something about that had Callie getting into the game. “That one also covers smell and taste— at least I hope so.”

My voice was rasping now, and I was getting hard just imagininghersmell and taste. We were standing two meters apart, not touching, but this was already more intimate than most of the hookups I’d had.

“How did your partners pay attention, Callie?” I kept my voice low, soft. Seducing her with the tone.

She looked down. “With a hard dick and a guy yelling he’s coming. It didn’t normally take much time.”

“Tonight is going to be different.”

I reached for her hand and she let me thread our fingers together. I led the way to my room.

Callie paused in the doorway.

I turned. She was staring at the bed. “Want to sit, talk a bit first?”

She turned her attention to me. Then the chin went up again. “No.”

She crossed to the couch at the side of the room. It was a lightweight wool, in a rich brown, comfortable to relax in. She ran her hands over the surface, then bent her arm up to grab the zipper at the back of the dress.

She frowned as she twisted, trying to get the zipper to cooperate.

“May I help?”

A frustrated growl. “Please.”

This close, I could see the patterns of the freckles on her shoulders and neck. I clasped the pull of the zipper, pausing to make sure she was good with this. I slowly lowered it, exposing more of those freckles. I pressed closer, breath touching her skin, and goose bumps came up.

“May I kiss you?”

She shuddered and nodded. I pressed my lips to her neck, tasting sweat and skin, with a hint of something unique to Callie. I lowered the zipper, following with my lips as she relaxed into my caresses.

Her bra strap was yellow, matching the dress, wide to support her ample breasts. I whispered in her ear. “Can I take it all off?”

She nodded again, inhaling a shaky breath.

I finished lowering the zipper and brushed the straps off her shoulders. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in a matching set of undergarments. I ghosted my fingers up her spine, then reached for the hooks on her bra.

She tensed, and I paused.

“I should tell you, I’m okay giving oral, but anal is a hard no. Don’t try to talk me into it, I’ve tried it and I’m not doing it again. Condoms are nonnegotiable. And I’m on birth control.” The words rushed out of her.

“Good to know. I’m also strict about condoms. I won’t push you on your boundaries.”

Her shoulders relaxed.

I wanted her to stay relaxed, so I stepped back. I could remove the lingerie later. “My turn.”

She twisted around, eyes wide. I slid off my jacket and tossed it on the couch.

“You can wait on the bed and watch if you want.” I put a teasing note in my voice and she pressed her lips together, fighting a smile.

“Sure.” She turned and walked to the bed.

No, she fucking sashayed, those hips swinging, and I took an involuntary step after her.

She climbed on the bed, legs curled up beside her. She waved a hand. “Okay, take it off.”

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