Page 2 of Play the Game
Evan shoves me away, stumbling back a step. Her eyes bore into me, something that looks a whole lot like lust in her gaze. Her chest heaves with each panting breath, the look on her face a confused kind of incredulousness that is kerosene dumped in my veins.
Taking a step forward, I grasp her cheeks in both my hands and bring my mouth back to hers. A stunned noise falls from Evan’s throat, and for a second I think she’s going to push me away again, but then she grips my hips, her mouth opening for me as I force my tongue inside. Electricity explodes in my brain as she tangles her tongue with mine. She tastes like cherry candy and the soda she drinks when we work late at night, and she smells like something dark and just a little dangerous. Something that, for some reason, in this moment, I can’t get enough of.
It’s a mind-fuck in the extreme, but Evan’s fingernails are digging into my hips, and my cock is hard as steel, and I think I might actually die if I tear my mouth away from hers.
My addled brain doesn’t allow me to consider the implications of that for even a second.
With my mouth still on hers, I move my hands from her face, gripping the front of her shirt and tugging sharply, the sound of tearing fabric and the ping of buttons hitting the marble floor filling the room as I shove the shirt off her shoulders. Evan bites my lip, and I hiss out a breath, the sting of pain making my cock throb.
“That was fucking Prada,” she grits out, her lips grazing mine as she speaks. “You’re buying me a new one.”
I roll my eyes and reach around to unsnap her bra, barely suppressing a groan as her full, heavy tits tumble free. “I’m not buying you a new Prada shirt. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, Rhodes.”
Evan slides her fingers between my shirt buttons, tugging hard, and my tattered shirt joins hers on the floor. “Are you calling kissing you a stupid game?”
I slam my mouth back to hers, palming her tits and pinching her nipples hard enough that she yelps before it turns to a moan, a wicked kind of satisfaction shooting through me at getting this kind of reaction from her. Turns out when I have my hands on her tits and my mouth on hers, the robot disappears and she’s all woman. “I’m calling buying designer shirts to wear to work a stupid game. You’re a law firm associate. No one cares if your shirt is Prada.”
Evan leans in and kisses my neck in a way that has my brain going directly offline, right up until the moment she sinks her teeth into my pulse point, and I grunt as my cock jerks in my pants, leaking like a fucking faucet. She leans back, eyes narrowed and chest heaving, tits rising and falling with the force of her breaths, and something is definitely wrong with me because all I can think about is getting them in my mouth to see how they taste.
“Of course you would think that,” she seethes. “You never have to think about your clothes because you’re a straight, white man who fits right in like you were born in a damn suit. But I promise you that every single partner in this firm notices what I put on my body every single damn day. No one cares what I wear?” She scoffs. “Get fucked, Cooper.”
Snaking an arm around her waist, I yank her to me, grinding my hard cock over her tight skirt, watching her eyes go cobalt. “Oh, I plan to. By you. Right up against that window over there.”
Evan slams a hand to my chest and shoves me away, popping a hip and managing to look like she has all her shit completelytogether even though she’s topless, breasts spilling free, and lips swollen from my own. “What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?”
I shrug, making a show of unbuckling my belt and yanking it out of my pants, dropping it to the floor with a loudclink. “The way you keep looking at my cock. The way your nipples are hard as glass, like they’re just aching to be sucked on. I bet if I slid my hand under that good girl skirt you’re wearing, your pussy would be dripping for me already. You may hate me, Rhodes, but I’m positive your cunt doesn’t.”
“What about you?” she asks, voice heated, eyes dropping down to my zipper. “Look at your dick, so hard it’s practically busting out of your pants trying to get to me. You may hate me, Cooper, but it looks like there’s at least part of you that doesn’t.”
I yank my undershirt over my head and unbutton my pants, taking a couple of lazy steps closer to her, smirking when I see her swallow hard, her eyes drifting over my torso as she takes three steps back until she’s almost flat against the floor to ceiling windows. Her retreat makes my cock even harder.
“Come here,” I say, my voice low and demanding as I palm myself over my pants and squeeze, trying to get some relief. I’ve never been this hard in my life. I’ve also never been about to fuck my biggest rival and sworn enemy in a law firm conference room at two in the morning. The entire office should be empty at this hour, but I can’t guarantee that there aren’t other people also working late on some stupid project assigned by a partner who gets joy out of torturing associates. Other people who could walk in and find us just like this. I can’t decide what part of that turns me on the most.
Evan smirks at me. “No. Look at you, your hand on your cock like you’re so hard at the thought of fucking me you can barely stand it. You want me, Cooper? You come and get me.”
My blood heats. My dick throbs. Her dominance makes my head spin.
“Fuck it,” I mumble, striding forward, grabbing her hips andyanking her to me, crashing my mouth to hers. The kiss is hot and wet, a clashing of tongues and teeth and a struggle for a control neither of us wants to give up. Sliding a hand down over her ass until it meets the bare skin of her thigh, I tug up her tight skirt, pulling her thong to the side and plunging two fingers directly into her pussy.
The moan that tears from her throat feels like a victory, and the fact that she’s already soaked and ready for me has me biting back a groan. Tangling my free hand in her hair and tipping her head back, I deepen the kiss and curl my fingers inside her, grinding the heel of my hand onto her clit. I chuckle when she rocks her hips, her thighs trembling like she’s close to the edge already, her nipples taut where they press against my chest.
I pull my fingers from her, smirking against her lips when she whines. “Need something, Rhodes?”
She pulls her head back and narrows her eyes at me. You would think that her bare tits, flushed face, and tumbled hair would make her look less formidable, but the opposite is true. I have no clue why I find it so fucking sexy, but nothing is normal about this night.
“I don’t need anything from you. What I want is for you to make me come. But maybe that’s not something you can handle.”
Without a word, I bend and grasp her thighs, boosting her up and slamming her back against the window. She gasps, wrapping her legs around my waist and digging her high heels into my ass. I pin her in place with my hips while I cover her mouth with mine and shove my pants and boxers haphazardly down my thighs, my hard cock jutting up, precum leaking from the tip. “You think I can’t make you come?” I ask in a low voice, licking a wet trail up the side of her neck. “Oh, Rhodes, I’ll fuck you up against these windows and make you come so hard everyone will still be able to hear the echoes of your screams when they come to work in the morning.”
Evan grabs my hair in both hands and tugs, locking eyes withme. She rolls her hips so my cock slides through her slit. “Then fucking do it.”
Don’t come.Don’t you fucking come.
She’ll never let me hear the end of it.
Reaching down, I grip my cock at the base and guide it to her entrance, pushing her thong aside with one finger and impaling her in a single motion.
I groan.
