Page 54 of Offside

Something flashes in his dark eyes and his jaw tenses. My entire body prickles with awareness of his power and control, capable of turning me into a puddle of pleasure.

In this moment, I am keenly aware of the risk I would take to be with him. I want to throw out all the guidelines and unwritten rules about proprietorship I’ve tried to follow and show him exactly what he does to me and what he’s come to mean to me.

“Karis…I’m warning you. Be careful…because that look on your face makes me want to be anythingbutrespectful to you right now.”

The honesty in his husky response shoots straight to my core, swirling hot like I just downed a shot of whisky. It sends waves of brazen desire through my bloodstream. It’s the key to unlock the door I’ve kept shut in order to protect myself and keep things professional.

Well, screw that. I’m alone with a man who looks good enough to eat and I want to do just that.

I lower my eyes and flutter my lashes, biting down on my lip with the hope of enticing him without words.

It may have been me who initiated our night in Vegas together last December, but that was a one-off. I’m not normally the instigator in sexual situations. Now that I’ve learned how dominant Ballas can be—on the ice and in the bedroom—I want to let him take the reins and make the next move.

My voice is a whisper. “I happen to like it when you’re like that…”

He blinks, his mouth twitching. “Do you know what you’re asking me, princess?”

“Yes,” I assert confidently. “Tell me what you want me to do, Ballas, and I’ll do it. I won’t stop it this time.”

“Fuuuuck…” Ballas drops his head and slams a hand through his hair, running it over his scalp as if the request presents a problem he needs to solve. When his eyes lift to meet mine again, they are as dark as a starless night. They flash danger and it gives me the most potently illicit thrill.

“Fine, if you want to play, I’ll play.” He points his index finger at the ground and then slides toward the edge of the couch. “On your knees, princess.”

The command in his tone sends a streak of desire through me and I immediately slip off the chair’s cushion and drop to my knees.

“Good girl. Now hands on the floor and crawl.” He crooks the same finger and beckons me forward.

Inch by inch, I grow closer, panting softly with choppy breaths. I move slowly and intentionally toward him until I’m positioned between his open legs.

“Do you know what I had to do this morning while your taste was still on my tongue?”

I lift my gaze to see his flare with lust. I shake my head in silent response, flicking my tongue over my quivering lower lip.

Ballas stretches his arm out and reaches forward to depress the pad of his thumb in the middle of my lip. He pulls down, my jaw releasing and I open my mouth wide.

“I fantasized about this mouth on my cock while I got myself off in the shower.”

The dirty image has me gasping as wetness floods my panties. My nipples pebble hard against my shirt, straining for his touch.

He slides his thumb along my lower lip from one corner of my mouth to the other.

“I’m going to give you one choice, princess. And after that, all the decisions are mine, do you understand?”

I nod in understanding. Everything about this erotically fun foreplay and the delicious sexual appeal of Ballas turns me on and this time, I don’t want to stop.

“Good girl. You can either beg for forgiveness with words,” he says, sliding two of his fingers in my mouth to press down on my tongue, “or use this mouth to make amends by sucking my cock down your throat. Which will it be? Choose wisely.”

Ballas leans back against the couch cushion so casually you’d think he’s just asked me if it will rain instead of whether I wanted to give him a blowjob. He drops his hand to his straining erection between his spread legs, his pants tented, and gives a leisurely stroke while his dark eyes remain glued on me.

I arch a brow, tilting my head in playful consideration.

“Both options have merit,” I sigh with a coy grin. “Maybe you should choose for me.”

The minute those words leave my mouth, his hands grab his waistband and he tugs his pants down to his knees. His cock strains upright, hard, and beautiful.

I drink him in, my fingers itching to touch him and my mouth filling with saliva in anticipation of what’s to come. My pussy clenches at the thought of how good it will feel when his dick finally,finallyslams inside.

This is happening. Tonight. Now.

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