Page 91 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Why do we tolerate this shit again?” Kane mumbles.

“For Armani’s sake,” Diesel sighs. “Gotta make sure someone’s in his corner, or Jayce will do anything to destroy every inch of him until there’s nothing left.”

My finger presses the screen before they can acknowledge I’m still on the line.

Without much thought, I’m out of the washroom and back in bed in a heartbeat.

I don’t know where I threw my phone, but I don’t care right now.

Fuck life.

“Armani?”

I open my eyes to see Andrews inches from my face.

She had to have just woken up, her eyes still filled with a haze of sleep. She looks more confused for a moment but then relaxes.

Even snuggles closer against me.

“Sleep a little more,” I mutter and dare to place my fingers through her shoulder-length locks just to push her further against me. “We got an hour before we have to be up.”

“An hour…” she mumbles against my bare chest.

It feels good.

Her body. Her warmth. Her sweet aroma.

Her presence is doing things to me I never thought could transpire.

“Yeah, Andrews. One hour. No more.”

“An hour and fifteen,” she mumbles, and I actually roll my eyes.

“No.”

“Please?” she says sleepily.

Ugh.

“Fine.”

I can feel her lips curl against my flesh, and I literally freeze when her tongue flicks my left nipple.

Licks and drags along the hard nip with a final flick of the barbell.

My groan is a low rumble that thrums against my chest, making this woman dare to lightly kiss my flesh.

“Thank you.” I sense there are hidden emotions in her words of gratitude.

She’s not saying thank you for letting her sleep in.

She’s saying thank you for everything you did last night to keep her safe and content in this fucked-up world.

“Tease,” I grumble, but there’s no merit to it. I’m not angry at her for doing that.

Far from it.

My cock is hard already, and all she did was flick my damn nipple.

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