Page 44 of The Game

“Is being here bringing back memories?” I kissed his cheek, my body warming.

His fingers stroked circles on my waist. “A little. I worried that they might not be good ones for you.”

“Oh no. I choose only to remember the parts with you.” I squirmed on his lap. “Then again, just being here is making me think of that first time. The rush. The people around us who could do nothing but watch.”

“Are you sad that you won’t see the action?”

I pulled a face. “I do not want to see Annie have sex. Is it weird that I want to see everything else go down though? I kind of wish we could recreate the mood, just without the danger.”

“Good thing I bought us a room, then.”

I stared at him. “You did not.”

“I did. It’s your choice if we go in and use it. We can look away when Annie’s in the frame, but it could be fun to watch the rest.”

Damn him and his good ideas. His fingers eased up my thighs, taking my dress higher until I blurted my answer.

“Let’s go inside.”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

With his usual swagger, Malachi bypassed the queue outside the warehouse, leading me straight to the front where he fist-bumped the skeleton-masked bouncer. The red rope barrier was moved out of our way, and we were admitted. Another helpful member of the skeleton crew took us up in a lift and out to a floor like a hotel. We were shown to a room that had a huge TV, two smaller screens, a massive bed, and an impressive selection of sex toys.

The masked man caught my stare. “All of those are new. The room is soundproofed. If you need assistance, there’s a buzzer on the wall panel. Otherwise, the game starts in thirty minutes. Have fun, folks.”

The door closed after him, and Malachi locked it.

He prowled my way. “All day at the gym, I had this moment in mind.”

My blood heated even more, and my lady parts tightened in anticipation. “What did you picture, exactly?”

“Being balls deep in you when the buzzer sounds. You’d already come at least twice, then I’d make you scream for me another couple of times before they unlock the doors.” He tilted his head. “Going to make this easy for me or hard?”

Excitement danced over me. “Definitely hard.”

“Get on the fucking bed.”

“Make me.”

As an afterthought, I stripped my dress. If he tore it, I’d be walking out of here naked. Although that went with the vibe of the night, I was done with exhibitionism.

I tossed the material to the corner, and Malachi’s eyes darkened. He took a step. I equalled it, moving backward. Then he growled and snatched out for me. I squealed, twisting to evade him, but my huge MMA fighter was far quicker.

I’d never had a hope when it came to this man.

He caught my waist and lifted me with one arm, tossing me to the mattress. I bounced in the centre and scuttled back. He grabbed my ankle and pulled, removing one of my shoes then the other with practised ease.

Under his grip, I panted, my body coming alive. I loved how he looked at me, his gaze all over my curves in the pretty underwear I’d chosen with him in mind. Malachi smirked and switched his attention to the shelf of toys.

“One, two, or three?”

I knew what he was doing. “Two and three.”

His eyes flared with my answer. “Good girl. Close your eyes.”

I did, my senses alert for every touch. Malachi moved away from me then returned, and something silky touched my cheek.

“I’m going to blindfold you until the game starts.”

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