Page 177 of Even Exchange

I can definitely wait to break that rule till we’re home.

One hundred percent positive I can do that.

Sixty-two minutes to home.

My jaw ticks as she rubs her tied-up hands along my thigh.

Forty-three minutes to home.

She’s leaned back in the passenger seat, using her foot to stroke over my dick. Creative.

Seventeen minutes to home.

She’s telling me about her most recent masturbation fantasy that included me, her, and a variety of sex toys I’ll be ordering immediately.

I can’t do it.

Our tongues tangle as the truck is parked in the corner of some gas station right off the exit in Crystal Bay. We’re five fucking minutes from the house, but I need at the bare minimum to taste her lips. That’s why my hands are in her hair, fingers arching inside her needy cunt, edging her till she hates me, and my dick is screaming at me to put the damn truck back in drive.

Gasping, I remove my hand, and she whimpers.

“Noah,” she whines, squirming in her seat, her beautiful naked body quivering. “I fucking hate you right now.”

“You think this is bad?” I say, forcing myself back in the driver’s seat, a wide grin spread across my face. “Just wait till we get home.”

Ten minutes later, she squeals as I toss her naked body on our bed and leave the room.

“Where are you going?” Charlotte calls after me, and I ignore her, rushing through the house to obtain a thin rope and a dining chair. When I return to the bedroom, her eyes widen, a huge grin spreading across her face. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asks, hopping off the mattress and strolling over. My eyes trail her hungrily head to toes, elated to be back in a lit-up room where I can see the full masterpiece.So much soft skin.

“Preparing for your bondage lesson,” I say, unravelling the cord, a rush of anticipation flowing through me. She snatches it from my hands with a smile so sinister I know I’ll enjoy whatever comes next.

“Since you displayed poor sportsmanship”—she tsks—“I’m declaring myself the rightful winner.”

“This is why players aren’t allowed to double as referees,” I say, feigning annoyance when in reality I’m more turned on than a rocket engine blasting to space.

“Sorry.” Charlotte juts her lower lip out in a pout. “Maybe next time you’ll play by the rules.”Unlikely.She places a finger on my chest, dragging it against my skin as she circles me, eliciting full body shivers. I’mreallygoing to enjoy this. “You’ve been a very naughty quarterback.” Standing before me, she presses her hand against my chest and shoves me, forcing me to stumble onto the seat. The rope dangles from her fingertips. “Hands behind your back.”

Oh, fuck.

The idea of tying her up and teasing her till she hates me is definitely appealing, but her doing it? I struggle to suppress my excitement. She can’t know justhowmuch I’m going to enjoy this.

“What are my crimes?” I ask in mock annoyance, bringing my hands behind the chair.

She wraps the cord around my wrists and then the back of the chair, tying it tightly in place. Yanking at them, I confirm she did a damn good job. I don’t think I could even break this open with all my strength.Fuck. This is so hot.

“Well, your first offense is not giving me an orgasm in over two months,” she says. “But since that was partially self-inflicted due to lack of communication on my part, I’ll let you off with a warning.”

I chuckle. “And my second offense?”

“Cancelling our FaceTime date when I was all dressed up—or rather, down—for phone sex.”

My eyes snap to hers. “Excuse me, what?”

“When you were in New York and missed our FaceTime?” She purses her lips. “I had something special planned.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Guilt racks through me. I’m trying to balance games and practices and press conferences, but Charlotte should never feel in last place.

“Save the apologies.” She bites her lower lip to stifle a smile. “If you want me, you’ll have to beg.”

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