Page 53 of Chips & Checks
Violet’s eyes open. I’m lost in the blue of them for a few seconds, until she reaches up to lay one hand over mine. “Bowen? Where’d you go?”
“I was just having an idea. About the gym.”
She snorts and leans away from me. “Wow, okay.”
“Let me show you.” I tackle her and pull her into my arms. Violet squeals and squirms as I carry her back to the gym. I deposit her on one of the weight benches and get to work.
“Do I want to know what you’re planning?” she asks. Her loose, pale blue blouse is sliding off one shoulder, and her slate-gray slacks are wrinkled. She looks so professional and put-together, with a touch of makeup on her cheeks and mouth and a slight curl to her hair. It’s not an overtly sexy outfit, but the mere fact that she looks so carefully done-up makes me want to see her come apart under my touch.
I adjust the lat bar to an appropriate height and set the weight to max.
Violet giggles. “I hate to tell you this, but I can’t pull more than my own body weight.”
“I figured. Come here.” I gesture her over. She comes, albeit hesitantly, and allows me to guide her hands to the grips. Once she’s in place, I find a small, inflated exercise ball and tuck it between her knees.
“What is this?” she asks.
“Revenge. For making me do PT. Now, don’t drop that.” I circle around behind her. “And don’t let go of those bars.”
“Okay, but—” Violet gasps when I pull her back against me. She leans against my chest as I let my hands run over her. There’s a large mirror against the far wall. I meet her gaze in the reflection and grin. Her body shudders in response. I have no intention of losing control tonight. In fact, I need this as a reminder that I’m not losing track of my priorities.
Maybe if we have sex outside of the bed, it won’t be so coupley.
I unbutton Violet’s blouse, one pearlescent button at a time, watching her face in the mirror as I do. She pants and shivers as I reveal each new inch of her skin. Her bra is a thin, lacy thing. I can see the outline of her nipples clearly through the delicate fabric. I take one between my fingers and tease it through the lace. Violet lets out a moan and nearly releases her knees’ grip on the ball I placed between them.
“Careful,” I whisper, bending low so that she’ll be able to feel my breath in her ear. “This is good for you. It’s very important that you do everything I say, okay?”
“Yes,” she says breathlessly.
I trace my fingers along the seam of her slacks, between her legs. Violet grinds against my touch. It seems she’s a big fan of the visual component of this encounter: her eyes never leave the mirror.
I cup her breast with one hand while I undo the zipper of her slacks with the other. Her blouse hangs loose around her, but there’s nowhere for her slacks to go, not with that ball held between her legs. She can’t see my fingers as I caress her clit, and then the slick opening of her pussy.
“Keep watching,” I urge. “Don’t forget to maintain proper form.”
“I—fuck, Bowen.” I slide my fingers into her, and Violet’s back arches in pleasure. Her eyes are huge, the pupils blown wide. Her lips are full and red and parted wide, just like she’s opening for me each time I thrust my fingers deeper into her.
I don’t want to draw this out too long, or I’ll end up bending her over a bench and—
And nothing. I don’t have condoms down here. So much for keeping it out of the master bedroom. I wrap my hand around her jaw, keeping her head in place as I ravage her with myfingers, my thumb working over her clit while my middle finger brushes over that sweet spot deep inside her.
It doesn’t take long for Violet to let out a sweet cry of release. She comes hard, tightening around my fingers.
I kiss the side of her neck. “Good girl,” I whisper. “You didn’t drop the ball.”
Violet lets out a mirthless, shuddering laugh. “I kept my grip on the bar, too. What does that get me?”
I toss the ball away and sweep her up in my arms again. I’m turned on, but it was enough to watch her come on my fingers. “It gets you a night in the California King.” I carry her out of the room, pausing only to kill the lights, and continue to the stairs.
“Whoa.” Violet grabs my shoulders. “What are you doing? Rules, Bowen. Rules. If I sleep here, it should be in the guest room.”
“Nah,” I say as I climb to the second floor. “This doesn’t count. You wouldn’t be staying here if it weren’t for Chad. That suspends the rules.”
She presses her face into my chest and lets out a groan that’s a lot less sexy than the sounds she was making a few minutes ago. “FuckingChad.I forgot I’ll be dealing with him tomorrow, anyway.”
I set her on the edge of my bed. “What?Why?
She flops backward. With her undone buttons and flushed cheeks, she gives the impression of being utterly debauched. “There’s a fundraiser for this foundation I volunteer with. Chad is giving a speech. I’m supposed to be there.”
