Page 123 of The Games We Play
Fuck, she was beautiful.
The piercings teased me, her nipples tight and begging for my mouth. I bent forward, wrapping one arm around her back while the other came up to cup her breast. My thumb brushed over the peak and she gasped, arching into my hand.
Then I sucked one into my mouth.
She let out a strangled moan, fingers threading through my hair, holding me close as I licked and sucked and flicked over the metal until she was panting, trembling against me.
I moved to the other, giving it the same attention, while my hand slid between us, trailing down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties.
The moment my fingers touched her, I groaned. “So fucking wet, Pen.”
“Only for you,” she breathed, rocking into my hand.
I teased her, then pressed one finger inside her, watching her eyes flutter shut as she gasped. Her hips rolled against my hand, needing more.
“I could watch you like this forever,” I said, adding a second finger, curling them just right. Her walls clenched, her breath coming faster, sweat breaking across her skin.
Her forehead fell to mine, lips brushing. “Mac…”
That whisper? That need in her voice? It undid me.
I stood, lifting her effortlessly in my arms, her legs still wrapped around my waist, and strode to the bed, leaving a trail of heat and urgency in our wake.
“I’m not stopping until you forget every man who’s ever looked at you tonight,” I said, pushing through the sliding door. “And until you remember exactly who you belong to.”
She tightened her grip on me, lips at my ear, voice wrecked with desire.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
I tossed her onto the bed, and Penny let out a breathless, high-pitched laugh that sent a rush straight to my groin.
“Now it’s your turn,” she said, propping herself up on her elbows to watch me with those dark, wicked eyes.
It was my turn to strip for her.
I wasn’t one for theatrics. No slow tease or dramatic flair like she’d given me. I kicked off my boots, then reached behind my neck and pulled my shirt over my head in one fluid motion.
Her eyes tracked every inch of me like she was memorizing it all over again—starting at my chest, lingering on the tattoos she’d traced so many nights before, until her gaze dropped lower.
With deliberate care, I undid my belt. The metal buckle clinked softly as I slid it free and let the leather glide through my belt loops. I held it in one hand, letting it dangle for a second, running my palm slowly along the worn strap.
A thought took shape.
Judging by the sly, knowing curl of Penny’s lips, she knew exactly what I was thinking.
Without hesitation, she sat up straight and held her hands out in front of her. “Tie me up.”
I chuckled, low and rough in my throat. “Not so fast.”
If I were using this belt, there would be more to it than a simple binding.
Gripping it in one hand, I stalked toward her, stopping at the edge of the bed. I bent down until we were eye to eye. “Do you trust me?”
Her answer came without pause. She nodded and lowered her hands, her lips parted slightly with anticipation.
“Good. Then stand up,” I ordered, stepping back. “Bend over the bedframe.”
Penny rose and stepped off the bed, gliding toward the end where she folded at the waist, laying her upper body across the wooden frame. Her toes barely touched the ground, her ass raised perfectly in the air. She was an offering I didn’t deserve but would take anyway.
