Page 132 of Wrong Pucking Player

Fuck it.

Tonight, it’s okay to let seductive Kenzie free.

DON’T MAKE ME CHOOSE

~MACKENZIE~

“I broke your phone screen.”

That’s the first thing that comes out of my mouth when his image pops up on the screen. He doesn’t look angry at the news.

Far from it.

He’s looking at me with eyes that are surely wishing they had X-ray vision so they could help undress me without physically being here.

That could be arranged with a little help…

“I should have some change around this haunted place. I can do a scavenger hunt, gather all those coins up, and pay you—”

“I do not care about the phone, Kenzie,” he finally states, and how deep the vibration of his voice really is.

Has it always been that deep?

“What do you care about?” I barely whisper, my eyes locked on him like he’s hypnotizing me with no escape.

“You.” The single word sounds foreign to me.

“Me.” I’m fighting the urge to back down because I want to see how far we can go with this.How far will Armani tolerate whatever this is?“You and me.”

We’re sharing a look as if we both understand what I’m saying.

What I’m subliminally asking.

“Me and you,” he whispers.

To seal the deal.

“There are a lot of things we could do together, you know,” I whisper as I angle the phone higher while leaning back on the cushion of the couch.

He’s admiring my figure, watching every inch and move I take as my free hand trends down my front side. The movement is so slow and provocative, and he watches it all.

It makes me feel bold and confident, in an element I’ve never been sure I could show to anyone before.

Especially a man.

A hot, handsome goalie like Oscar Armani.

“And what would that entail, Kenzie?”

His question dares to make my imagination go wild.

The possibilities that could happen between us.

I have no clue how Oscar would be in bed.

How would it be to date the goalie who projects to the world how grumpy of a menace he is, yet he has these beautiful soft edges?

Pieces, personalities, and expressions I’d love to explore.