Page 64 of Dirty Devil

I’m in the zone. The scenes are flowing, and I don’t know why I resisted writing sports romance for so long. It’s where I belong. It’s in my blood. It’s the fire that’s coming out on the page.

The two of them just got back from a date, and Sadie is heading to bed with her favorite toy—the vibrating rabbit. She’s got a smirk on her face as she stands him on her nightstand and slips into bed. Her and AJ share a very thin wall, and he’s about to hear every single noise she’s going to make.

I briefly contemplate the arousal I feel as this scene plays out in my head. Maybe that’s something I should ask Holly, but it seems a touch inappropriate.

Hey, Holly, do you feel the need to flick the bean when you’re writing a sexy scene?

My face flushes and I trace my lips with my index finger before trailing it down my neck and across the top of Foster’s jersey.

My hand creeps lower.

Lower.

My palm caresses the top of my breast, and my breathing picks up.

My lips part, and I imagine it’s Foster’s hand moving along my body, exploring me, taking his time to learn all my dips and curves.

I let out a low moan that quickly turns into a yelp as my phone rings.

Fuck me.

It’s Foster, and he wants to Face Time.

I’m not prepared.

My face is on fire—along with the rest of my body—and this is not how I need to be answering the phone after we both let ourselves get carried away last night. He’ll get the wrong idea, just like the rest of my traitorous body.

Be cool, Remington, be fucking cool.

Fuck, I don’t know how to be cool.

I swipe to answer the call and lean back against the couch, trying to put an arm along the back to appear casual. Judging by the smirk creeping its way across Foster’s face, I don’t think it’s working, which of course, makes my cheeks heat up some more. “Umm, hey there.”

“Hey there,” he repeats, his tone light as his smile grows.

“That was a good game tonight.” Did I turn the heat on or something? It’s getting hot in here. However, I have no intention of taking off all my clothes. Instead, I try to fan myself with my free hand, being very careful to keep it out of view, but it only billows the hair around my face, and I look like a lunatic.

“Are you okay there, Princess?” He leans forward, exposing the headboard behind him. OMG he’s sitting on his bed in his hotel room, and that knowledge isn’t helping the throbbing between my thighs. “You seem a little…” he pauses, assessing me with a knowing smile, “hot.”

“I was under a blanket, a thick one.” I swallow past the lump that’s suddenly lodged itself in my throat. Or is that my own foot in my mouth? I don’t know, but I’m most definitely thinking about something thick, only it’s the cock lodged in his pants. The one I felt pressing between my legs and wanted to ride like a bicycle. “Mason was chilly earlier, and I turned up the heat.”

“And then got under a blanket? A thick one?”

“Yep. That sounds about right.”

He stares at me for a second before he tosses his head back and laughs. I try not to ogle, I really do, but I find myself amazed at the muscles in his neck and the bobbing of his Adam’s apple.

Let’s not forget the cut on his chin that’s surrounded by a light layer of stubble. It’s not much—I’m grateful it wasn’t very deep—but it makes him look rugged.

Maybe a little dangerous.

“Avery.” He says, running a thumb along his jawline, and I can’t look away. “You are exactly what I needed tonight. How was your trip to the bookstore?”

I glance at the side table, taking in the stack of books that found their way home with me. “I might have gotten a little carried away. The bookstore was pretty great, and the girl who works there was super helpful.”

And she didn’t judge me at all for reading smut or wanting to write it. In fact, she writes her own dirty romance.

“Can’t imagine you getting carried away.”

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