Page 25 of Reckless Games

“You’re more beautiful than any Christmas tree. I could spend all night painting you every color.”

Tipping the candle again, a hot streak drips over her bare flesh. But instead of flinching this time, she moans, tipping her head back. With her senses in overdrive and her eyes diverted, I reach into my pocket and once more switch on the vibrator.

Lake’s eyes snap to mine at the soft buzz. It’s on the lowest setting. Just enough to soak her through, but not enough to get her where she needs.

“Adam.”

I pour more wax over her and grip her thigh tighter at the sight of it streaking her body. “Yes, baby girl?”

“Please.”

She wants to come.

I kick the vibrator up another notch as I tip the candle again, and her pelvis hitches off the couch with her moan. She’s on the verge. Her lips part; she’s desperate to chase the feelings I’m giving her. The sight is almost enough to make me relent.

She bites her lip and squeezes her eyes shut. Once more her head tips back, riding the wave. She’s chasing her pleasure the same way I’d like to chase her through these halls. And just as her lips part again, I turn off the vibrator and blow out the candle.

“No.” She slaps her palm over her face.

“I already told you, baby girl.” I set the candle down and reach for her snow pants, slowly peeling them up her legs, over the dried wax. “No coming until it’s me inside you.”

“This is a sick form of torture.” She groans, looking up at me with a flushed expression.

She has no idea. What she sees is only a fraction of it. The things I’ve spent months picturing in my head before she even knew I existed are much sicker.

She lifts her hips so I can slide her snow pants on the rest of the way, and groans as I button them up. But like the good girl she is, she doesn’t argue or fight me for control. Instead, she takes my hand as I pull us from the couch to standing.

This time, when she wraps herself around my arm, it’s because her legs are shaking. And something about her vulnerability makes me insanely protective over her.

“Come on. I have some business to get to.”

“Business,” she grumbles. “Of course you do.”

Why do I love that she’s frustrated by my comment? No one cares where I am or if I’m busy. I don’t get close enough for them to.

When we reach the door, I pause, spinning Lake to face me and catching her chin between my thumb and forefinger.

“I left a present for you in your room.”

“Another one?” She squirms, likely still trying to adjust to the feel of the vibrator.

I love that I do that to her without even needing to touch her. I want to explore every fantasy she’s never dared to voice—to think. I want to crack her open until all she can do isfeel.

“Yes. Another one.” I’d give her everything if I could.

“What is it?”

I brush my thumb across her cheek, tracing her. Every inch the most perfect sculpture. “It’s a surprise. But don’t worry. You’ll enjoy it. See you at the show tonight, baby girl.”

8

Lakeyn

Theshow.

When Adam mentioned it, I had no idea what he was talking about. But after dinner, all the guests are ushered to another room, and I’m not prepared for what meets me.

I grip the dress Adam left for me on my bed like it has the power to calm my racing heart. His gift is tight but fits me perfectly. My exact size, and I’m not sure how he managed it when we’ve barely spent any time together.

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