Page 17 of Playing to Win

“Hmm, I wonder if I could make you change your mind. Tell me, Danica, would you carry my kids, your stomach swollen with our child?” His hand tugs at the end of my towel. One tug, and it’s on the ground, leaving me bare.

“Theo.” My mind blanks, my worries fading away when he unbuttons his jeans and they drop from his waist, his hard cock pointing upwards along his lower abdomen.

“Answer me first. Then you can have your choice of my mouth or my cock.” One of his hands cups my breast, thumb sliding over my nipple. I watch as his fingers grip his thick shaft. His hands are much larger than mine, and still, the tips of his fingers barely meet. He twists his wrist with every upward and downward stroke. My mouth goes dry, and I whimper with wanting to drop to my knees and choke on his dick. “Fairy, answer the question.” He moves closer.

“Yes,” I admit. Never in my life did I think I’d have the chance, let alone a man who would love me as completely as Theo does. Yet here he is, offering more than I could have ever expected.

“When?” He releases his cock and wraps his arm around my lower back, and then we’re both going down together. My back meets the mattress, thighs spreading willingly for him to invade more than my body. Theo invades my heart and soul, too.

“You’re not playing fair,” I groan, hips arching up, legs hooking around his lower back, ankles locking together.

“I never said I would. Tell me. When am I throwing away your birth control pills?” He drags the underside of his length against my slit, further escalating my desperation to feel him inside me.

“Not right now.” My body tenses when I feel his thick mushroom-shaped tip inside my pussy. He doesn’t move, holding himself steady as I clench around him, both of us relishing how we feel together.

“I need more than that, fairy.” I don’t know if he’s talking about his cock inside me or a better response. Either way, I’m unable to string two words together, let alone answer in a way he’ll be content to hear.

“Theo,” I say on a long groan when he takes his cock away. His hands grip the backs of my thighs, holding them there as his head dips between my legs. Theo’s wide and wet tongue strokes the length of my center. All I’m left to do is watch as his head moves up and down, keeping the pace slow and teasing my clit with every pass.

“I’m giving you three months, that’s it, Danica. Then my cum is going to stay inside you, unprotected.” He lifts his head. My wetness coats his lips. He licks at them as he makes a statement, I know he’ll hold on to.

“Fine,” I relent when he shows no signs of going back to feasting on my needy pussy. The smile that takes over his features should be illegal. Theo Goldman knows exactly what he’s doing to me, persistent in his task to get what he wants.

“Good answer.” He goes back to eating me like I’m his last meal. One finger slides inside my pussy, another along my ass. Pleasure like never before takes ahold of my nerve endings. I’m moaning his name while one hand fists the back of his head, holding him in place, my other clenching the sheets. My body convulses as Theo continues his slow and steady pace. He likes to slowly build up my orgasm before pushing me over, and tonight, I have a feeling the second I’m coming, he’s going to slam his cock inside me only to build me back up all over again.

“Yes, there, please don’t stop,” I beg, eyes slamming shut, body locking up so tightly my muscles hurt. Theo doesn’t stop. He’s in it to win it, and I’m reaping the rewards.

TWENTY-SIX

Theo

“Fairy, wake up.”I kiss her bare shoulder. We were both worn out last night after everyone left. Shit, my dick is about drained fucking dry, and while we both needed it after she let everything out, I didn’t expect her to sleep through my phone ringing, me getting out of bed, taking a shower, and even right now. This woman is sleeping the damn morning away. The call I just got off with Sylvester means it’s time for her to know the game plan. The only problem is, Danica is somehow sinking deeper into sleep. I’m about to slip the sheet and comforter off her body when she finally starts moving.

“I’m sleeping. Either get in or pull the sheet up. I’m cold.” She shivers before cuddling further into my abandoned pillow. I smile. My, my, how things have changed within the last few weeks. At one time, she was doing everything she could to keep me at bay. Now she wants me closer. Fuck, but I love this woman.

“You can’t do either.” I slide my hand beneath the sheet. I’m met with soft skin. It also does the trick because where she’s been warm and under the sheets, my hand is cool to the touch.

“Theo Goldman, I’m going to murder you.” She flops onto her back, tucking the comforter with her, obscuring her bare body from my view. “I’m awake now, and you’re a cruel, cruel man.”

“If you murder me, who will give you the orgasms you crave?” I tease her, moving until I’m on top of her, boxing her in with my forearms on either side of her head. Her face is still soft from sleep, eyes glassy, and lips still plump from my mouth on hers throughout the night.

“Bob. He worked before you. I’ll use him again.” Her quick-witted response before caffeine is uncanny.

“Is that so? I guess you won’t need this again?” I dip my hips. Her legs open for me through the sheets, and with her sharp intake of breath, Danica’s body tells me what her voice doesn’t.

“Come on, sleepy head, I’ll make you a cup of coffee while you get out of bed.” My lips graze hers twice before I finally move away from her. I swear she’s like oxygen to my lungs—it’s impossible to breathe without her nearby.

“Fine, but I want breakfast, too.” She pouts her lips as she sits up in bed, still not getting out.

“Demanding little fairy this morning,” I reply. I’ll more than likely have to come back in here to wake her up again. She is taking to working in the office and at home better than expected. It also means she’s able to keep a normal schedule and sleep until eight or nine o’clock. When she was working before, she was up at six after only getting into bed at midnight, sometimes one.

“Bagel and cream cheese, please.” Not an ounce of protein for breakfast. The woman runs on caffeine, cheese, and carbs.

“Get your ass moving, or it won’t happen.” She huffs out an exaggerated puff of air, but I don’t stick around. If I did, neither of us would be leaving the bedroom for the foreseeable future.

“Don’t forget the extra cream cheese!” she calls out behind my back. I shake my head. One day, she’ll eat an omelet with some vegetables, but until then, it looks like I’m going to buy stock in cream cheese. It doesn’t take me long to get to the kitchen. The coffee brewer is already on from making my own while Sylvester was on the other end of the line. Instead of us all heading into the office, we settled on a conference call as he laid out what wasn’t hard to uncover. EverTrust is so in the red, there’s no way we’d have touched it in order to turn it around. The associates Charles spoke about within his own company, they weren’t much better, funneling money in and out of EverTrust, laundering whatever they could without getting caught. Shit is going to come crashing down in the next day or so. It’s time I prepare Danica for the fall.

I throw a pod in the one-cup brewing system—caramel flavor—and put her preferred coffee mug she gravitates to on the daily. Then grab the creamer out of the fridge along with the cream cheese, setting it on the counter, and only when I’m working on toasting her bagel does she grace me with her presence.

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