Page 24 of Dirty Player

She felt this…whatever it was that existed between us. I just had to find a way to burn it out quickly.

“I think this was a mistake.”

“No way in fuck it was. It was going to happen, and it’ll happen again.”

“Threatening me?” She arched a brow, a challenge in her eyes as her shoulders rolled back.

I shook my head. “No, I’m talking about living out those fantasies of ours. I still want to hear the ones you had about me, and maybe if I’m feeling generous, I’ll give it to you.”

She swallowed slowly. A battle raged in her eyes. I was promising her nothing but hot fucking.

I couldn’t promise her more than that—I wasn’t built for it. Not anymore.

“One night.”

I fought the urge to grin. “It’s going to take longer than that.”

The words were out before I could reel them back in, yet I didn’t resent them either.

“What are you thinking?”

“Through preseason.”

My half-hard dick was apparently calling the shots. No one ever spent more than one night in my bed, much less a month.

Her eyebrows jumped on her forehead, arching into perfect points. “Excuse me?”

I was as baffled as she was.

I pulled her toward me then, her chest against mine, and peered down at her. She was so small in my arms, so soft against me.

“You feel this,” I said. “You know I’m right. One night is only going to make things worse. We need to burn out this attraction between us.”

She flinched for a moment, and I thought I’d lost her. I’d deserve it.

She’d essentially told me her guy had cheated on her, and I wasn’t offering anything more stable. Plus, she had to have known my reputation.

But after Serena left, I didn’t give a shit who I fucked.

“I won’t fuck another woman when I’m with you. You have my word on that.”

Because cheaters were worse than players. They were liars. I was as honest as they came, except for maybe with myself.

“A month.” She tested the words on her lips, thinking it over out loud. “I have a new job to start. I can’t be distracted.”

I’d assumed she was living off Beaux’s income. Fortunately, I was smart enough to hide my surprise. I wouldn’t ask her what she did. It didn’t matter.

“Tell me. If you go home tonight, and are in bed alone, will you be thinking of me? Running your fingers through your wet slit and wishing it were my cock?”

She shivered again, her silent answer.

“Take me up on this, Shannon. I think you need it as much as I do.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Because you just had someone use you and treat you like shit. I might use your body, but you’ll always have my respect.”

Her lip curled in that unhappy manner and I wondered if I had crossed a line.

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