Page 23 of The Games We Play
Not to mention, his hands flexed with each deliberate move, the tattoos on the backs moving in just a way that made anticipation pool in my belly.
Mac reached out, seemingly to touch me, but I kicked my leg to shoo him away. The bastard pulled back, making me kick the side of my desk instead.
“Who was that?” Aspen asked.
My skin prickled, shit.
I cleared my throat before responding. “No one.” I shrugged. “Anyway, I still want to do something for you, Theo. You deserve it.”
I needed to redirect the conversation and take the heat off me before either of them caught on.
What Mac and I were doing—this little game, this secret—was fun. It was hot. For now, it was justours.
There was something thrilling in the hiding, in the tension that crackled between us when no one was looking. And Mac? He loved it just as much as I did.
Theo hesitated like she was considering caving, but instead, she sighed, shaking her head.
“I appreciate it, but really, I’m okay.” A small smile touched her lips as she folded another onesie. “Maybe we could just have a small get-together? No gifts. Just the three of us and maybe the guys hanging out.”
Aspen’s face lit up. “I could bake some goodies!”
I trusted Aspen with anything baked. She made a pretty good blueberry muffin. I couldn’t bring anything like that, but I knew there was one thing I was good at.
“I’ll bring the fun,” I added, grinning.
Theo giggled. “Rhodes might be up for cooking something.”
Ugh.A man who cooks?Be still, my heart.
A sudden thud against my desk chair snapped my attention back.
Mac.
Still perched there. Still waiting.
I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He pointed at himself, mouthing something I couldn’t quite catch.
I didn’t dare acknowledge him—if I did, Theo and Aspen would know.
So instead,out of view, I reached down and pinched his leg.
A silent warning.
A reminder that I knew he was still there.
Judging by the slow, wicked grin that spread across his face, Mac loved every second of it. The idea that no one knew he was sitting so close to me, that once again, it was our little secret.
My body betrayed me, reacting in ways I had zero capacity to handle right now. Heat pooled low in my stomach, my pulse kicking up as Mac’s hand slid onto my thigh.
Asshole.
“Speaking of Rhodes,” Aspen said, a sly smile creeping onto her lips, “how are things going?”
“Ooh, ooh, did he like the pictures?” I asked, desperate to focus on anything other than the man beside me, whose hand was teasing my inner thigh. The same man who was very much enjoying my torment.
Theo burst into laughter. “Yes, he did. He keeps it in his truck, actually. So… I guess you could say things are going great.”
Mac’s fingers stilled like he was waiting for me to look at him. Instead, I kicked his legagain, a silent warning for him to back off.
