Page 34 of The Players

“Yes.” She tried to find a soft spot. Unfortunately, it felt as if she sat on a rock.

“Looks pretty uncomfortable to me.”

“It isn’t,” she lied.

He held up his side of the comforter. “Are you sure you don’t want to sleep next to me? I could use the extra body heat. You know, with all the blood that has left my body.”

“Nice try.” Not that it would sway her. “I’m good.” She picked up a magazine from the table. “I’ll just be reading all night.”

“I’m sure you’ll enjoyGuns n Ammo,special edition. If you’re intent on staying a scared little girl, sit in that chair all night, for all I care. Should you decide to woman up, let me know.”

His words stung, but she didn’t move from her spot. Not until he started to snore lightly. By then, her ass had almost lost all feeling. She decided to do some stretching exercises.

When the time came that she had to wake him, she gave up and hopped into the bed. Little by little, she inched closer to him. His body heat was like a beacon calling out to her. He smelled so nice, like pine needles and fresh air. It was an irresistible combination.

She snuggled up to him, and put her head on his chest.

Sy was capable of breaking her into two with his bare hands. Nevertheless, she didn’t believe he would ever physically harm her.

He had made it clear what he wanted from her. Neither of them were looking for a permanent thing. So why not just enjoy the time they had together? Wasn’t she allowed to want something for herself, just once, without thinking about the consequences? Just seize the day.

Her phone alarm went off a few minutes later. She woke him, and checked his pupils. He didn’t seem surprised she was in bed with him. Neither did he make a move, which she was glad for. She didn’t know how she would have handled it if he had.

There was one thing she knew for certain though. Never before had she felt so safe.

She was in so much trouble.

CHAPTER 12

SY

Sy decided he was going to heaven after all. Feeling Carmen’s sweet ass against his stomach and keeping his hands off of her? Only a saint could do that. Of course, he wasn’t a saint, not even close. What he was, was horny as hell. But at least being horny made him forget the radiating pain in his arm.

He looked at his phone; still half an hour before Carmen’s would go off again. It was cute she believed he could actually sleep with her lying next to him, practically naked. Each time, right before her alarm went off, he closed his eyes and evened his breath, so she could “wake him up.”

Usually, he was all about telling her as it was, but he’d changed his mind on this one. Telling her he was in a constant state of arousal, and unable to sleep because of her cute little ass, would probably make her jump out of bed.

The dim streetlights cast a shadow across her face. That flimsy thing she was wearing did nothing to hide her large breasts; instead, their form taunted him.

As if he wasn’t suffering enough, she made a little sigh, turned over, and somehow draped herself all over his rock-hard dick. It screamed for him to take action. To take off that sheer thing she was wearing, to expose her creamy body, and lick and taste her.

If he didn’t wake her, he was going to do something he might regret later. Nah, that wasn’t right. No way would he regret feasting on her curves. She, on the other hand, might have mixed feelings about being molested in her sleep. He untangled her limbs, and gently pushed her off of him.

The second she lost his body heat, a crease appeared between her brows and her hand reached out to him. Like a snuggle bunny, she moved closer again. This time, she lay on her side, facing him. He followed her pose, feasting his eyes on a nipple that had freed itself from its confinement. That little piece of silk she was wearing was no protection at all. He had to remember to thank Vince for that. His friend had eye for detail and liked to splurge on their subs.

As if on its own, his hand went to her bare shoulder and slid down to her breast. It would only take a small move for him to suck that nipple into his mouth. What the hell, he was going to the fiery pits of Kingdom Come anyway.

He lowered his head and wet her nipple with his tongue. Damn, she tasted like vanilla. Never before had he found vanilla enticing, but on Carmen, it tasted like desire. Hot, wet, desire, and he wanted more. He couldn’t stop himself. He grabbed her breast and sucked the little bud as deep as he could. Her flesh was soft and round in the palm of his hand. She tasted so good. Just that tiny, hard bud wasn’t enough. He doubted anything would be enough other than getting deep inside her hot, wet core. He nibbled some more on the pink pebble, then lavished the rest of her breast with his tongue.

Carmen sighed and leaned closer to his touch, as if her body was telling her to surrender to him, even in her sleep. Her body molded into him and her knees somehow ended on his crotch, making him go from rock-hard to steel.

“Fuck.”

He let go of her and turned onto his back. She wasn’t his yet. If she had been, he would have been fucking her now happily, waiting for her to wake up, so they could continue together. A morning fuck was one of his favorite pastimes. Sadly, they weren’t there yet. They were fucking nowhere yet.

This couldn’t go on any longer. Gently, he shook her shoulder.

Her eyes blinked, looking hazy with sleep. He pointed at his groin.

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