Page 23 of The Devil's Playground

“Then you weren’t paying attention, baby. I stayed away. I was trying to behave. Fuck that. If you think I didn’t want a night with you, you’re wrong.”

“But we already had one?—”

“We did. And I decided one will never be enough. So if you want to doubt just how attracted I am to you, put your hand on my cock. Touch me the same way I’m touching you. Because, fuck me, Nic… you feel this?” He flicks my engorged cut with his thumb. “You want me. I want you. Attraction is definitely not our problem.”

No. It’s not.

But we have plenty, don’t we?

Know what? I don’t care. It’s been so long since someone’s touched me like this, and that’s assuming someone has. Instead of demanded me pleasure him, he followed my lead, taking over while still focusing entirely on me.

Royce isn’t touching me like I’m his possession. Like I’m his property. This is the caress of a man who is sure of his welcome, but still wants the woman in his arms to enjoy his embrace.

The man I’ve known of—that I’ve seen lurking in the shadows, eyes sliding away from me on the occasion that ours meet—has always seemed so aloof, yet charming in his way. Like he’s completely away of his effect on the world around him, and while he doesn’t use it to his advantage, he’s not going to say sorry for it, either.

Just like he’s not going to apologize for the quick work he makes of my body.

“Come for me,” he whispers, sucking my earlobe into his mouth. “Show me what I can expect when you give this pretty pussy to me.”

I don’t know what does it. The heat of his mouth, his dirty words, or the way he’s fingerfucking me to completion, but I dig my nails into his arms as I gasp out my release.

“Yes,” he hisses. He has two fingers stretching me out, giving my pass something to clench around as my climax hits. “I fucking knew it. From the moment I saw you… you’d be such a good girl for me.”

Good girl.

I don’t know how he knows it, but I’ve always had a thing for praise kink. I guess it was inevitable. When I would piss Kieran off and he took his temper out on me, he would punctuate any slaps, any bites, and rough thrusts by telling me I deserved it for being such a bag girl.

To keep him happy—when I still cared about that asshole being happy—I would do anything to be his good girl. The damage is down now, and all it takes is a man telling me to shut up and take his cock like a good girl and I’m ready to do just that.

Not gonna lie, I’m definitely ready now.

My hand drops to the front of his slacks like he invited me to before. Running my fingers over the bulge I find there, I know that Royce is, too. Half out of my head with lust, the idea of yanking down my shorts, bending over, and letting him fuck me in the storage room has a certain appeal.

And I might have suggested it… if it wasn’t for the sudden buzz vibrating in the small space, killing the mood and bringing me back to reality.

I stiffen in his arms, though Royce doesn’t react as quickly as I do to the reminder that there’s a world that exists outside of this closet. Instead, his eyes on mine, he slowly withdraws his fingers from my pussy, slipping the slick digits between his lips and he licks them clean with relish as he uses his other hand to pull his phone out.

It’s all over in an instant. The second he sees the number on his screen, his fingers come free from his lips with a pop-ping sound as he curses under his breath.

“Fuck. I have to take this.” Turning away from me, running those same wet fingers through his slicked-back blond hair, he jabs his phone with his other thumb, then lifts it to his ear. “Hello? Ava? What’s wrong?”

Ava.

Who the fuck is Ava?

I don’t know. And since Royce simply says, “Of course. You need me. I’ll be right there,” I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know, either.

Oof.

He’s not yours, Nic, a little voice in the back of my head says. I kinda sounds like Britney. He can never be and you know it.

We had our night. I got a kiss. So he fingerfucked me. That was probably a huge mistake, especially when I have Britney’s comments about Royce’s other women running through my brain.

Anything after that… he’s my boss. He asked me if I was single during dinner the other night, and I was so relieved to tell him I was—but I realize now that I forgot to turn the question around on him.

Looks like I might’ve just gotten my answer.

Feeling silly and super exposed, I hurriedly adjust my panties and my shorts as Royce wraps up his phone call.

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