Page 30 of Reckless Games

“Get in. Relax. You deserve it.”

“Wait.” She catches my hand in hers as I try to walk past her. “You aren’t joining me?”

I look over her shoulder at the steaming bathtub and can’t help the knot that forms in my throat at her question. People don’t ask me to let my walls down because they know better. But Lake, with all her innocence, stands here thinking I’m a man I’m not.

She steps into me and grabs my belt, pausing like I might stop her.

I consider it.

After all, I rarely let people touch me. I prefer to be the one with the upper hand. I don’t let people in. I don’t often fuck with my clothes off. And even in those situations, I’m almost positive I kept my socks on. But here she stands, looking at me like she wants to strip us down to see what’s left of me.

Lake doesn’t see me as the ruthless son of an evil man, who built an empire burning other people’s dreams to the ground. She doesn’t look at me like a man who will break her, not caring if she finds her way back together again.

Her gaze offers me something much more dangerous.

Hope.

Heart.

I grab her wrists as her hands work to undo my belt, and she stops, tipping her chin up to face me. The honey gold is warm with the candlelight, and the steam from the tub makes the air muggy, curling her hair even more.

Every situation brings this girl to life. Chilled snow paints a pink blush on her cheeks. A warm bath makes her hair wild. Every time I think I’ve seen every side of her, the dice is turned.

“Adam.” My name sounds so good how she says it. I’d be tempted to kiss it from her lips if I didn’t know that kind of intimacy is off-limits.

Her eyes beg me from where she stands, so tiny with bare feet. I’m towering over her and all it makes me want to do is protect her from whatever in her life made her feel like she had to maintain her hard exterior.

I don’t release her wrists, but she starts on my belt again, slowly pulling it from the loop and releasing it. Once free, she works on my zipper. Her small fingers tug it down. And she slowly sinks to her knees in front of me, pulling my slacks down with her.

It’s impossible to fight my thickening cock at the sight of her kneeling on the cold tile. Her chin tipped up, elongating her neck as she looks up with her wide eyes. Her white-blonde hair is darker in the candlelight and fuzzy from the humidity. Her lips are plump and her chest blushes with her heavy breaths.

She reaches up and takes my cock in her hand. Her touch is pure heaven.

I should stop her. Handing Lake a weakness is dangerous when she already is one. But I find myself wrapping my palm over hers and squeezing hard, not sure what the fuck I’m after as her lips part in a beautiful exhale.

“You asked me to trust you,” she says, her pretty eyes begging me. “I need you to trust me too.”

It’s not that simple. It requires relinquishing control, and I don’t do that. But the way Lake licks her lips has me breaking.

“Please… Sir.”

“Fuck.” I swear this girl was made by the devil himself just to tempt me.

I release her hand and hold mine at my sides, watching her run her palm over my shaft. A fantasy at my feet.

“Open that mouth.” I cup her jaw, tipping her face to me. “I’m going to fuck it until you stop asking for things you won’t know what to do with.”

Lake should pull back at my words. They’re rude and demanding. Instead, she follows my orders like the good girl she is. She wants me to hurt her because something inside her thinks she deserves it, and I don’t know what it says that I continue to feed that insecurity.

Her lips part, and she runs her tongue in a sweet circle around the tip of my dick. So wet and slow, I nearly blow all over her perfect face. Nothing between me and the feel of her. Just her on my skin. Her tongue dragging the length of my dick.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve let anyone touch me like this as I lace my fingers in her hair, and she opens for me. Slamming my cock to the back of her throat, she gags. A sound so beautiful, I’m not sure why I fought her on this.

Her touch. Her tears.

I need every bit I shouldn’t.

Lake breathes through her nose before taking me deeper. Her makeup runs down her cheeks as she fights her reflexes. The most perfect picture as I stretch her lips with my cock and her raspberry lipstick smears down it.

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