Page 262 of By His Play

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Did you get yourself off without me, Luck?”

I bite down on my bottom lip coyly.

“Effie?” His voice is deep and gravelly. It hits me right in the clit.

“You own my pleasure,” I finally say, repeating the words he told me at Grams’. “I only come when you let me.”

Pride covers his face.

“How has it taken me this long to discover how perfect you are?”

I shrug one shoulder as I reach down and hold him up.

“You gonna fuck me?” he asks, watching my every move.

“Yeah,” I state. “Yeah, I am.”

I sink down on him and cry out.

Will I ever get enough of this? Of him?

I really hope not.

“Hey,” I say, walking into my kitchen to find Kieran standing in nothing but a pair of tight boxer briefs, chugging water.

The way his throat works as he swallows makes things flutter that should really be worn out by now.

He let me have control when I was on top earlier for about five minutes.

Then he sat up, held my hands behind my back with one of his, and topped me from the bottom.

He just can’t help himself. And honestly, I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Being at Kieran Callahan’s mercy is my favorite place to be.

“Hey,” he repeats as his eyes run down the length of me.

I’m wearing one of his Chicago Chiefs t-shirts. It swamps me and hangs almost to my knees, but I love it. The fabric is worn and so soft, and most importantly, it has his number on it.

“You should always have my number on you. It’s hot,” he muses as he abandons his glass and moves closer.

“How are you feeling?”

I smile up at him, loving the way he takes care of me.

After our first round in bed, he lifted me up and carried me to the bathroom. He set me on the counter and allowed me to watch as he filled the bathtub. After lowering me into the soothing water, he disappeared for a few minutes before returning with a bottle of water and some cookies. Add the fact that he was still gloriously naked, and it was the best bath I’ve ever taken.

“Amazing. Hungry.”

My confession makes his entire face light up.

He spent so much time in St. Louis trying to get me to eat. Thankfully, in the weeks that have passed, my appetite has come back. I’m pretty sure the yoga and dance classes have been helping with that.

“What would you like?” he asks, closing the space between us.

The second he’s in touching distance, he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss.

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