Page 11 of Play With Me

“For what it’s worth, it makes you beautiful. I already told you Wonder Women like you are fierce. You’re a survivor. Whatever happened, Lola, it’s made you stronger.”

“I think you see what you want to see and not what’s real.”

“Princess…” He stopped as soon as he caught the venom swimming in my eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Brook, if we’re going to try this thing between us… there are things I can’t really talk about.”

“Same goes here.”

I saw understanding in his eyes and wondered where it came from. “So, you think when I return to New York, I could see you again?”

Did I just ask him for a date?

It had been years since I’d felt an ounce of vulnerability in my body, yet here it was, reclaiming my heart with full force.

“I would be hurt if you didn’t. You’re mine now, Lola, and I’m not done with you.”

The promise of his words stirred something deep inside my chest. The way he spoke, as if he’d never be done with me, confused me. Never wanting to feel again, up until now I’d set all relationships aside; but Brook seemed different.

It was bad timing right now, but it wouldn’t be in the future, would it?

Brook licked his lips, reminding me how good it felt to be devoured by him. I felt a new wave of hormones consume my body.

“Explain how you’re not done with me.”

“What?”

“How are you not done with me? Or is that just another one-liner? Because I came, and so did you, so we should be done.”

He laughed. “Don’t you see that I want much more from you than an orgasm? I like you. I actually really like you, and I think we have a lot in common.”

There was a flash of doubt in his eyes but my attention returned to his tongue as soon as he licked around one of my nipples.

“Well, I must say that the sex part definitely tops the charts,” I said.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, my queen.” He mumbled against my skin.

“And are you someone who practices often?”

“Are you jealous?”

“I don’t get jealous.”

Truthfully, I did this time. I cared for this man more than I sometimes allowed myself to believe.

“If it makes you feel better, you’re the only one I’ve practiced with since the day I met you.”

It did make me feel better. “I trust you, Brook. That’s all. And it’s not something I say often.”

A twitch in his jaw made me doubt him for the second time that morning, but as soon as the back of his hand swept over my cheek, the thought vanished.

“Wait – I did have some help from my right hand. The past three months that I’ve been thinking about you and slapping the monkey I’d grown an extra bicep.”

“You masturbated thinking about me?”

“Can you blame me?”

I laughed. Giving, charming, strong, handsome, and funny too. I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, because Brook was pulling all the right strings.

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