Page 6 of Games We Play
“Thanks?”
“Don’t talk.” Sloan yanked on Leah’s sweaty hair, pulling her head back and making a gasp fall from her lips. “Unless you’re telling me how good it feels. Go ahead and lie, if you want, but I doubt you will.”
Leah groaned. This was going to be the end of her.I did not drink enough to survive this.Not the kisses, not the light bondage, and definitely not the mouth on her fucking nipples!
Nope. Definitely not that.
It was almost too much to bear. A strong, no-nonsense woman who knew what she was about, strutting into Leah’s life and proving what a hurricane she really was.Hurricane Sloanhad a ring to it. A nice, pleasing ring that began chiming in the pit of Leah’s stomach shortly after kisses traveled from her breasts to her ear.
The ear was the trouble spot. A million women could suck Leah’s tits, and she would still have a piece of her sanity. A tongue to the ear? Goodbye, reason. Take the train from Brain City and end up in Pussytopia.
That’s what did me in a long time ago. That’s how I ended up in so much trouble as a kid.
She couldn’t get into the same kind of trouble with a woman. Or maybe she could. Sloan already seemed virile enough to do poor Leah in.
“Fuck me,” she muttered.
Sloan pulled back. “Yeah?”
Leah should’ve said no. She should’ve done a lot of things since Sloan came in there, offering to handcuff the birthday girl to a chair in the back of a club and get off on her. Except had Leah done anything reasonable in the past half hour? No. Some would argue that she hadn’t done a reasonable thing inyears.“Liability Leah.” That’s what her mother called her sometimes.
“Yeah.”
Leah’s skirt ascended her thighs. “I told you that you’d be coming. Was I lying?”
Hands jerked against handcuffs. That’s what Leah got when she tried to touch Sloan.
“You’ve still gotta prove it.”
Sloan’s hand was warm against Leah’s skin. Her fingers? Not so much. They brought chills and were downright icy when they touched Leah’s slit.
It’s my birthday, and some total hot stranger is fingering me while I’m handcuffed to a chair.That sounded like it was straight out of Leah’s dirty fantasy diary. Because it was.
The novelty of the moment – let alone when compared to the rest of her humdrum life – meant that Leah could have orgasmed from a simple look on the other side of the room. A finger inside of her? Another one stroking her clit while kisses teased her ear? She was done for. Not twenty seconds later, Leah groaned so loudly that anyone walking by in the hallway would have surely heard her.
“Wow.” Sloan allowed her face to linger against Leah’s cleavage. “You’re easy.” She glanced at her watch. “Time’s up, Birthday Girl. Hope you liked your present.”
Leah was in a daze as Sloan uncuffed her. She didn’t regather her bearings until the manifestation of her every fantasy come to life wiped off her fingers with a tissue and hoisted her bag strap over her shoulder.
“Thanks for the fun, gorgeous. I might call again next time I’m in town.”
Just like that, she was gone – and Leah was alone again on her birthday.
Chapter 3
Margaret Sloan let out a long drag of her cigarette as she lay back in her hotel bed. The only things she had taken off since walking into the suite were her shoes and jacket. Everything else, from the tailor-made trousers and blouse, continued to wrinkle against her body as she indulged in one of life’s most neurotic pleasures.
Every time I say I’m going to quit, I end up smoking again two days later. I’ve given up.Her doctor at least urged her to switch to vaping. Sloan may have been in the vaping capital of America, but she could never bring herself to get on board with the sweet-smelling fumes that never offered the same level of comfort her cigarettes did. A woman as busy and stressed out as her? Well, some of her contemporaries drank themselves into oblivion or snorted coke into their nostrils, but Sloan preferred to keep her vices old school. Everyone in her family had smoked. Might as well keep at least one family tradition alive.
She had done what she set out to do that night. Rent a woman’s time for the sole purpose of inhaling her tits and fingering her until she lost her shit – was there anything else Sloan could ask from a random night in Portland?I almost invited her back here for more, but who has the time?As soon as Sloan was back in her car, she was on the phone chewing out some unfortunate crony in Newark… and she was due to castrate some manager from a satellite office in Qatar, but wanted to take a little break first.
In another life, Sloan would have a 9 to 5 job that she could turn off once sunset hit and she was back home. Yeah, right. Ever since she ended things with her old flame, she had thrown herself into work. Five years of never-ending work.
Was she filling a void? Likeavoidingher issues that therapists could barely penetrate? Probably. She had stopped caring.
She finally sat up and ripped her wig off her head. It plopped onto the nightstand as she ran her hand across her scalp. Fuzz from her regrowing hair tickled her skin. Was it already time to get it shaved again?
That escort had some hair from another planet.Mandy’s light brown hair had been so tangled around that tiara that Sloan almost couldn’t take her seriously. Hell, it had almost turned her off enough to leave.I’m glad I let myself be sucked in.She had paid for the woman’s time, so why not?
