Page 45 of The Game Plan

“Fiona.”

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Fiona

I wake up late. Again. Okay, earlier I woke up to Dex pulling me close and fucking me with a languid, almost lazy pace. Iwas sore, and so was he. Not enough to stop either of us. Not until I lost my ever-loving mind, which I do every time he slidesinto me.

Because his piercing? Hallelujah and praise the brave soul who first thought,I’m gonna adorn my man-crown.

Nothing,nothing, on this green Earth is as good as the feeling of Dex’s thick, studded cock pushing in and out of me.

Well, perhaps one thing: witnessing Ethan Dexter come. I swear I could have an orgasm just watching him, the way his big bodystarts to quiver, his brows drawing up tight as though he’s in actual pain. But it’s mostly the way he gives himself overto it, pounding into me like he’d die if he stopped, the almost desperate sounds he makes, somewhere between a whimper anda groan.

That this big, strong, normally self-contained man falls apart for me makes me fall a little deeper every time. I’d wantedhim to stay in bed with me. Possibly never leave it.

But annoying Gray began texting and then calling up the stairs, nagging Dex to get his ass up and get ready.

“He’s not going to let this go,” Dex had muttered.

“This is some sort of sick payback, isn’t it?” I flopped onto my back.

“Guys are kind of assholes that way.” He sat up with a groan.

While he showered and went to work out, I slipped back into sleep, a boneless bliss known only to those who have been thoroughlyworked over.

As soon as I wake, I want him here. He’s been gone for two hours, and I miss him with a terrible ache that swims through mybones. My stomach should be in knots over my work mess, but instead it’s fluttery with anticipation. I can’t wait to hearhis voice, see all those deeply weighted thoughts going on in his agate eyes. I want to feel his solid warmth, touch his body.

God, my hands twitch with the need to wrap themselves around that thick, strong cock of his, to play with the silver piercingand hear him make those low, needy groans.

I press my legs together to ease the emptiness there.

All this and it’s only been a few days with him. Already I’m addicted. One hit and he is my drug of choice. And what goodwill this do when I go back to New York?

The ringing of my phone pulls me out of my thoughts.

The caller ID says it’s my coworker Alice. Which is weird enough that I answer.

“Hey.” Alice’s voice is thin, the sound of traffic loud in the background. “You having fun in San Fran?”

Funisn’t the word for what I’m having. Super happy lust tornado? Pleasure palace experience of a lifetime?

“No complaints,” I say casually. Which is also a gross understatement. “What’s up?”

I don’t usually get calls from Alice.

“Felix pulled us all into a meeting today. Said he was planning on naming his new assistant designer on Friday morning.”

I bolt upright, my spine so stiff it hurts. “Friday? But I’m not back in until Monday.”

Alice makes a noise that sounds a lot likeduhalthough she’s too nice to say it outright. She’s already a junior designer, so she’s got nothing to worry about. I, on theother hand, am clearly up shit creek without a paddle.

“And since when did he plan on having a new assistant?” I practically squeal.

“Probably after the millionth time Elena mentioned how good it would be for him to have one. She’s been getting really cozywith him this week.”

Alice is one of the few people in the office who sees Elena for what she is, and who vocally disapproves. At least to me.Which makes us comrades of a sort.

“Of course she is.” Blood rises hot over my chest and face. “I knew I shouldn’t have gone on vacation. Shit.”

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