Page 94 of Dirty Play

“No shit.” I smirk, stepping toward her.

“Hey.” She points at me, squinting like she’s trying to focus. “Don’t be an asshole. Ideserveto be drunk. My PR work was flawless. Your games have been selling out like fresh bread and the headlines are glowing for the Panthers. And the way you’ve been trending all season?” She waves a hand. “Honestly? I should win the Stanley Cup.”

“You want a reward, baby?” I stalk closer.

Her breath catches. She knowsthattone.

And fuck, I’m not even pretending to play it cool. After two months of having her like this, mine completely, I still haven’t gotten enough.

I never will.

I don’t stop until she’s backed against the hotel room’s massive floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights stretching behind her. A perfect view. But nothing compares to this.Her.

Livia sways slightly, still tipsy, but when I drag a finger along the strap of her dress, tracing her shoulder, her breath stutters.

“You wanna know what I think?” My voice is low, rough.

“What?” She exhales shakily.

I slide my hand up her arm, curling around her throat, not tight, just enough to tilt her chin up, make her look at me.

“I think youdodeserve a reward.”

Her lips part.

I lean in, dragging my nose along her jaw, breathing her in. Vanilla, champagne, and the faintest trace of sweat from hours spent celebrating. I fucking love it. Love that I get to have her like this, flushed from victory, eyes still burning with that fire.

“But you wanna know what else I think?” I murmur against her skin.

“Hmm?” She swallows.

“I think you like it when I make you work for it.” I grip her waist, pulling her flush against me. Let her feel exactly how much I want her. I unzip her dress and step back. “Strip.”

“You do it for me.” She gives me a playful smile.

“Hope you’re not too fond of it.” I smirk as my fingers curl around the thin fabric before I pull, each hand going in the opposite direction. The sound of fabric tearing cuts through the air as I shred her little dress to pieces.

And then I step back to admire what I’ve done. What’s left of her dress is scattered on the floor.

“Fuck.” I close my eyes before I step closer and, in one swift motion, twist her body toward the window.

Now, she’s standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in nothing but lace panties, her breath fogging up the glass as she looks down at the city lights below.

I step behind her, hands on her waist, lips grazing her ear.

“Do you have any idea how many people would kill for this view?” I murmur, dragging my fingers down her stomach, feeling the way her muscles tighten beneath my touch.

“You mean the skyline?” She shivers, her hands pressing against the glass.

“No, baby.” My teeth scrape her earlobe as I cup her between her thighs. “I meanthis.”

She lets out a sharp gasp, her forehead resting against the glass.

I smirk. Yeah, I’m gonnawreckmy girl tonight.

I tug her panties down, letting them pool at her feet. Then I slide my fingers through her slick heat, groaning when I feel how wet she already is for me.

“Fuck.” My voice is rough. “You’re for me already.” I say as I dip two fingers inside her sweet pussy.

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