Page 63 of Wrong Pucking Player

SEASON TEN ANDREWS

~MACKENZIE~

The knock on the door makes me rush to answer it, my bare feet shuffling against the dark oakwood floors.

“I swear if you’re Rogers Communication Services, I do not need a shitty phone pla—” I huff and swing the door open to pierced nipples.

Gold barbells with a hint of bling on them.

I don’t need to look up to know who’s standing at my doorway.

Nope. The pierced nipples answered my question, but damn. Seeing a chiseled, tatted chest, pierced nipples, and a damn eight-pack is taunting before a night out at the club.

I make a mental note.

Must get laid tonight.

Just not from this man who’s looking far too appetizing for my horny self.

Armani is reminding me of how dry land my sex life has been. Will that change tonight? Oh, God, it better because I need some dick.

“Are you done staring at my nips?” Armani grumbles, but I’m honestly not done inspecting them specifically. I’m too curious whether those bedazzled jewels are actually real.

“Are those Swarovski crystals?” I HAVE to know for my own sanity — and dripping pussy. The thought of Armani actually wearing 14-karat gold Swarovski crystal barbell piercings blows my poor mind.

“Out of all the things on your mind, that’s what you’re focused on,” Armani begins. “Where are you going?”

“To the bar with Mikayla,” I answer and finally tug my eyes away, so I can further glance up to meet his intrigued gaze.

I can tell from the way his eyes drop along my body that he’s actually checking me out. There’s not even a hint of shame in boldly looking me up and down. He’s genuinely intrigued with my whole attire, which makes me feel… well, makes me feel hot as fuck.

It could be the ‘tomboy’ side of me that lifts her big head in my brain and emphasize how unattractive I am on a regular basis throughout my youth and young adulthood, but seeing Armani really take the time to admire me with his eyes is electrifyingly hot.

Such a turn-on. God, I’m just horny. Forgive me for all the sins I’ll make now until the sweet early hours of tomorrow.

“Like what you see, Armani?” I ask when his eyes finally return to mine.

He shrugs. “Could pull the average guy if you sauntered into a room,” he concludes. “Still, don’t bend that way.”

“A shame,” I say before I can stop my lips from moving. I quickly add, “So, answer my question.”

“What?”

“Are those Swarovski?”

He stares at me with a dumbfounded expression that makes me giddy enough to laugh.

“You looking completely stupid is a weird look on you.”

“I don’t look ‘completely stupid.’ How does that even look like?”

“If you checked the mirror, you’d find out,” I say with a wink but decide to reach for his hand. He tenses up at my touch, but I ignore it and tug him inside, so he’s no longer chilling in the hallway for the chance of anyone seeing his half-naked goodies on display.

Honestly, I don’t think he cares.

“Meow!”

I’m about to close the door, but Muffin comes out of nowhere and zooms into my apartment.

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