Page 100 of Playbook
“Yeah. It’s not done.” She fidgets next to me, looking uncomfortable as I take in her work in progress. It’s a couple embracing. A blue alien with boobs spilling out of her space suit and a human man holding a sword at his side. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before and could have never dreamed up, but it’s awesome.
“You’re so talented,” I tell her when I can manage to pry my gaze away from it. “It’s amazing to me that you can come up with that in your head and then draw it.”
“Well, the client usually gives me some guidelines and descriptions.”
“Take the compliment, sweetheart.” I turn to face her. With her hair pulled up like that, her neck looks about a mile long. All that smooth, delicate skin. I bring a hand up to one side and glide my thumb over her pulse point.
“Thank you. I’ve been getting a lot more business lately and some very interesting projects. I sketched like a dozen poses before I came up with this one.”
“Aliens, I dig it. We could do a little role-play later. You’re the sexy alien and I’m defending the galaxy.”
“He’s an alien hunter who falls in love with the enemy.”
“Oooh.” My eyes widen. “Even better.”
She laughs, leaning into my touch.
“I won’t stay since you’re busy and have to get up early.”
“Okay.” A flicker of something like disappointment flashes in her eyes.
I sit on the edge of her bed. It has a white comforter. The walls are decorated with art and photos. My gaze lands on a framed photo of her and Sierra when they were younger. London looks to be about twelve or thirteen. She has braces and hair that’s shoulder-length.
“How was your day?”
“Good.” She says the word slowly as she leans against the desk, facing me. Laughter spills out of her, all airy and light.
“What’s funny?”
“You in my room.”
“Is funny?” I arch a brow.
“Funny because if someone had asked me a month ago what the odds were, I would have said impossible.”
“Nothing is impossible.” I take her hand and tug her to me. She stands between my legs and I run my hands up the back of her bare thighs. Her shorts are hidden by the big, baggy T-shirt, but mold to her slim curves.
“So it seems.” Another small laugh escapes her, but when I cup her ass in both palms she quiets.
“I like your room.” I think what I really mean isI like you, but she either understands or doesn’t care.
“I like yours too. Bigger bed.”
“The bed is optional.” I wink, remembering how I fucked her up against the wall last time. So many more things to explore with her. We’ve barely scratched the surface.
I let my fingers drift up to the hem of her shorts and then I slowly pull the material down, along with her panties. She steps out of them, hands on my shoulder, never breaking my gaze. This time when my hands trail up her smooth legs, there’s no barrier. I can’t see her because of the shirt, but I have every last inch of her burned into my memory. She’s perfection.
Standing, I pull up the hem of her shirt and hold it in one hand above her belly button. I walk us forward a step to the desk, then brush my mouth over hers. “Turn around for me, sweetheart.”
She does, the movement twisting the shirt around her, hugging her tighter. Gently, I push her back down so that the front of her rests on top of the desk, then I nudge her feet farther apart. Kissing her neck, I glance over at her laptop screen, still open.
“So talented,” I murmur. “Don’t you think so?”
She doesn’t reply, just moans as I drop one hand between her legs from behind. My fingers slide over her slick heat.
“So talented. So beautiful. So perfect.” I dip two fingers into her tight pussy. Her muscles contract around me and she whimpers.
My pace is lazy and unhurried, which just seems to drive her wilder. I’d like to think it’s the time apart that has her frantic with need, but we’re so deep into this thing…whatever it is…I can’t even begin to guess the reason for any of it anymore. Maybe, we’re just good together.
