Page 4 of Play With Me

The cartilage of her ear called out to me, and I skimmed my lips close enough that she’d feel their heat before pulling away. The swell of her breasts had risen and my dick twitched.

“I’m what you’d call a workaholic. My social life is non-existent.”

What about a personal life? When was the last time you had sex?

“So why the sudden change? Why are you at a bar, on your own, drinking water?”

I wasn’t sure where the need to tone down our conversation was coming from. Usually when I met a woman, it was a one-liner, a drink, two to three sentences, and I’d be pounding between her legs. As a single father, I didn’t have much time to waste; yet with her, I wanted to waste it all. I found her captivating and fun to play with. I enjoyed teasing her. And I liked the way her body was reacting to me. I found it fascinating that her nipples pebbled into harder nubs the longer we spoke. The number of questions I had for Lola was increasing by the minute.

“I’m leaving town tomorrow morning.”

“For a job?”

“Yup, tonight’s my last night in New York.”

“I’m curious.”

“Sorry, it’s confidential.”

As I thought it would be. “All right, what can I do to make your last evening in New York special?”

She took a sip of her water, and her focus remained on the half-full glass for a good half minute before she looked up.

“You’re already doing it.”

All of a sudden, pounding between her legs moved down the list of my priorities, and I couldn’t quite explain why. She wanted me to keep her busy. She needed me to make this night special, and I wasn’t sure I could live up to her expectations.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“So, we’ve established that you don’t have a boyfriend. How about a husband?”

“Definitely a no.”

“Good. I wouldn’t want anyone coming after me when you leave my condo in the morning.”

“Actually, it would be you leaving my house. If I let you inside in the first place. I haven’t quite made up my mind about you, Mr. Madman.”

Oh, she’d let me in all right. We both knew it. But going to her place would feel too personal. Lola was one of those women I’d have a difficult time leaving when the sun came up. Now that I thought about it, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d met someone I wanted to wake up next to.

“It’s Madden,” I corrected.

“I know, Madman. I called you that because you must be mad if you want to hang out with me.”

“What I am is a lucky guy, Lola. You’re a beautiful woman. You’re a woman who deserves to have a relaxing night before she leaves. Don’t sell yourself short.”

A relaxing night?

I side-eyed my liquor to ensure it wasn’t spiked with more mind-fuckery.

“Thanks. You’re pretty cool. What brings you to the bar tonight? I’m hoping a stupid girl stood you up.”

“I don’t get stood up. Family trouble. My father’s heart is failing. They say money can buy anything, but one thing it can’t buy is time.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m sorry I made the comment about daddy issues, too. I didn’t know about your father.”

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