Page 96 of Game Changer

“Are you kidding? It’s like you have a magic touch.”

She bends to reach for the buttons of my shirt, releasing them one by one until I can shrug out of it.

“I do. Especially when I’m with you.”

I look up at her as I stroke her damp center with my fingers. Her lips part as I circle her clit with my thumb.

“Oh, God.” She sways toward me, eyes drifting closed.

“I told you, sweetheart. My name is Clay.”

I put my mouth to her and suck.

She moans.

Loud.

She’s so damn sweet. Wet and wanting, arching against my face even as she bites her lip.

I’d give up oxygen if it meant staying right here forever.

“Yes, right there,” she whispers. “You might have a backup career. You know, if this basketball thing falls through.”

I spread her wider, scraping my teeth lightly across her in retaliation.

Instead of squeaking, all she does is moan louder.

Well, fuck me. My sweet girl likes a little edge.

Her hands move to my head, her fingers tightening into my hair. I love it. It’s her way of telling me what she needs.

Tonight, I’m going to take my time.

There’s a knock on the other side of the windows. We can’t see through the curtains, but Nova’s eyes fly to mine.

“Ignore it,” I rasp against her skin.

But she’s torn between the interruption and me.

Fuck, that won’t work.

I shove to standing.

It makes no sense for anyone to be on the balcony. Who’d be crazy enough to…

I tug back the edge of the curtains and look through the glass.

Rookie.

Ignoring him isn’t an option thanks to Nova.

Murder isn’t much better, though tossing him off the balcony right now holds some appeal.

I slide open the door enough to talk.

“What’s up?” I ask in the most casual voice I can muster, the taste of Nova still on my tongue.

“I’m sorry about the game. I fucked up,” he says.

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