Page 27 of Roughing the Princess

“You gave me quite the ultimatum.” She stared into my eyes. “Just…please don’t break my heart, Talon.”

“Never in a million years, princess.”

For a second I thought she was going to cry, but then she laughed. “So this is the real you?” She put her hand on the center of my chest. “Bringing girls back to the locker room after games? Or…equipment room?” She looked to her right at all the shelves of gear.

“No, I just do that with you.”

She pressed her lips together as she studied me. I wasn’t sure if she believed me or not. But it was the truth.

Tova Saber could have anything in the whole world. But she was here. She wanted me. So I’d show her every side of me.

She knew I was funny and flirtatious. That I wasn’t serious most of the time. But there was a lot she still didn’t know. And I didn’t mind showing her everything. “Do you want to know what kind of man I really am? The real me?”

“What kind of man are you?”

I pulled her off the wall and set her down on her feet. “The man whose name you’re going to be screaming in a few minutes.”

She laughed.

“Turn around, princess.”

She just looked up at me. “Better idea. You turn around.”

I raised my eyebrow at her.

“I promise you won’t regret it,” she said.

I was used to the one being in control. But something about her telling me what to do made me even harder. “Whatever you say, princess.” I turned around.

I heard her rummaging around on the equipment shelves. And then something fell to the floor. I swallowed hard. I swear to God if that was her clothes…

The lights turned on and a whistle blew.

I spun around and lifted my hand, squinting in the bright light.

Holy. Shit.

Tova was standing there with her red lips wrapped around a whistle. But I was more distracted by the fact that she was wearing nothing but yellow lingerie with a red garter belt. The straps from the garter belt were clipped to her red thigh-high boots. She was sexier than any cheerleader I’d ever seen. And this set was even better than the red lingerie she’d been wearing in that picture. Especially because she couldn’t joke around about this not being for me. She was wearing the Minotaurs colors. She’d planned this whole thing.

This was a hell of a lot better than the dinner I’d planned.

Tova pulled the whistle from her mouth and let it drop between her breasts.

Holy shit. Her tits were even better in person.

And then she closed the distance between us, the heels of her boots clicking on the floor.

“I’m used to being the one performing,” she said and dipped it low. “And I didn’t let you come backstage at my concert. So I feel like I owe you a private show.”

I expected her to rise back up, but instead she undid the front of my jeans, and pushed them and my boxers down just enough to expose my erection.

She wrapped her hands around the base of my length.

I groaned.

And then she pulled my tip to her mouth. It almost looked like she was going to start singing. My dick her microphone. But then she wrapped her lips around me and went all the way down.

Fuck, Tova.

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