Page 31 of Reckless Games

“You’re so fucking perfect. An angel.”

Each word of praise makes her suck harder. She hollows her cheeks, and she takes me down like she’s chasing her own pleasure from it.

One hand works what doesn’t fit in her mouth as I hit the back of her throat. Again and again. It’s harder to contain my thrusts as I grip her hair and her tears stain her cheeks.

“Such a beautiful fucking mess for me, baby girl.” I grab the back of her head tight in my grip, the tension too much to bear. “Now swallow me like you need it.”

My balls pull tight and pressure builds at the base of my spine as my release shoots down Lake’s throat. And she swallows every drop like I’m giving her something more meaningful than whatever this is. And when I’m done and pull her off me, she takes a deep breath that floods my veins with life.

I wipe her lips with my thumb.

If this girl has a breaking point, I’m not sure where it is, only that she might find mine first.

Lake stands on shaky legs, glancing from me to the tub. “Join me, Adam. Please?”

“Ulterior motives.” I smirk.

She shrugs, offering me a smile edging between wicked and sweet.

“Only for you, baby girl.”

If only she knew how true that statement is.

I spin her around, releasing the clasp on the dress I had custom-made for her, watching it flutter to her feet. If I hadn’t just come, I’d be tempted to fold her over the tub and fuck her instead.

Lake climbs in, watching me as I undo the buttons on my shirt, stripping it off. It’s been years since I’ve been undressed around someone. Not because I’m shy about my body. But because the last person I’ll be vulnerable with is a woman I’m fucking.

But with Lake’s honey eyes on me, she’s already seeing straight through, so there’s no use hiding.

Just a few more days, then I’ll be done with her.

At some point, I hope I start believing it.

“Men shouldn’t be allowed to look like you,” she says, watching me climb into the oversized tub opposite her.

I can’t help but chuckle as I grab her foot and pull it into my lap so I can rub it. “Why?”

She moans at the pressure from my thumbs digging into the arch and bites her lip. “It’s sinful.”

“Guess it’s a good thing I’ve found an angel like you to keep me pure then.”

If only she didn’t make me want to absolutely ruin her.

10

Lakeyn

WatchingAdamsittinginthe tub across from me, I’m sure I must be dreaming. Men with bodies like that are made for movies. They date heiresses and actresses. Not small-town girls who live in an apartment that could fit in this bathroom.

They don’t look at me like Adam is watching me now as he rubs my feet. With purpose, focusing on every reaction.

“You don’t like people touching you, do you?” I should probably keep my mouth shut but he’s given me an opening by climbing in the tub, and I can’t seem to help trying to nudge the door wider.

“It’s not touch exactly,” Adam says, digging his thumbs into that spot on my arch that makes my eyes roll back. “I just prefer to be the one in control.”

Once more he rubs my foot, and I really shouldn’t mind given the attention he shows me with his own touch, but I continue to want more of this man, even if it is against my best interests.

“And letting someone touch you means you’re not in control?”

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