Page 15 of Midnight Player

Willa sucked in a jagged breath. That look was a smack across her face. Because she knew what the blonde thought staring at the two of them. Why was he with Willa and not someone like her?

Because they didn’t make sense. Granted, the sex was off the charts. The best she’d ever had. And her ovaries were cheering his name at the forthcoming pleasure. But in the real world, when they returned to their lives after this weekend, they wouldn’t mesh. She certainly wouldn’t fit into his world.

Although he might fit into hers. She could picture him atThe Eros Pitspeaking with other Doms. And while he didn’t classify himself as a Dominant, he had the bearing and control of one. It was what attracted her to him in the first place.

Willa would never be someone who enjoyed strictly vanilla sex. She needed more in the bedroom. And Jake fulfilled every one of her naughty fantasies.

The blonde sneered with a shake of her head as they departed the elevator. It made her want to cave into herself. It always did. She hated how much it stung to be viewed as less than because she wasn’t a standard size. But when people did it to you all your life, the wounds grew deeper. And every time shade was thrown her way, it was like acid tossed onto the wounds, ensuring they never fully healed.

Jake pressed the door open button. “Is there a problem?”

The woman sputtered at his blunt question. “Um, no.”

“Are you sure? Because it looked to me like you were disrespecting my woman.”

The blonde’s jaw dropped open, the opening wide enough cruise ships could sail through. Hers would have done the same, except she was stunned. He’d stood up for her. No one had ever done that before.

Fear entered the gal’s terrified eyes. “N-n-no, it’s just been a long day.”

“Whatever, lady. Don’t let me catch you doing it again.” Jake released the door open button, allowing the doors to slide closed, resuming their ascent to the tenth floor.

Willa shifted, rotating her body until she stared at him. “No one has ever done that before.”

“Done what? Been a complete bitch to you?”

She shook her head, awe suffusing every pore. “No. Stood up for me like that.”

How could he be this perfect? Had she died and entered the pearly gates?

And then she launched herself at him. Sealing her mouth over his, she poured her rioting emotions into her kiss. Jake’s hands threaded into her hair, holding her prisoner against his mouth. But god, if there ever was a place she wouldn’t mind being a prisoner, it was in his arms.

The elevator dinged that they had arrived at the tenth floor.

Jake ended the kiss. She lifted her lids, and Willa felt herself falling into him. This man did things to her no other guy had ever done before. And she should be worried about the hold he had on her. It was like he’d performed hoodoo with his dick. And it gave new meaning to the phrase being dicked over.

He caught the doors before they shut and dragged her out of the elevator. Not that she put up a fight. If anything, she rushed out and wound up tugging him along behind her. Although he was two steps behind her the entire way.

Luckily, her room wasn’t far from the elevator.

He took the key from her hand and opened the door. “After you, sugar.”

Willa didn’t think she would ever get tired of the way he lustfully murmured that endearment. His voice almost purred it with a Southern drawl, and her panties went wet instantly.

Where Jake was concerned, she was in big trouble—because she selfishly wanted to keep him.

10

Jake ushered her into the room. Not two seconds after he closed the door, there was a knock, and the person on the other side announced, “Room service.”

Jake propped open the door and accepted the champagne and glasses with a smile, handing them a generous tip. Then he hung the privacy door hanger on the handle before shutting the door and locking it. Locking them inside.

Willa headed into the bathroom and returned holding another strip of condoms. “I love the way you think, woman.”

He prowled into her room, taking note of the feminine items. The pair of black heels lying haphazardly on the floor by the desk. The navy skirt tossed over the chair. But what intrigued him even more were the books stacked on the table. He knew she was an author, but they hadn’t gotten around to delving beyond her genre. But he wanted to know everything about her.

Intrigued, he approached the table. “Are any of these yours?”

Willa clutched her hands together, a frown marring her brow. “One of them. They were in the conference bags for all attendees, so I got a copy of my own book.”

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