Page 54 of Wicked Player

He pressed his chest to my back and slid his arm to my stomach. My hand went to his immediately and curled not only around the heat of his hand but cool satin.

Disappointing. We were back to that.

I gripped both his hand and the blindfold meant for me and continued watching the couple. The man was worshipping this woman. Strong hands with long fingers brushed over her collarbone and the curve of her breast before switching to the other. She had her eyes glued to her man, lips parted in pleasure and he was barely touching her.

I want that.

“You like to watch?” the man behind me asked.

He was bent low over me, mouth near my eye. The question sent shivers down my arms straight to my fingertips on his skin. I gripped him tighter. “Sometimes. You were a jerk.”

The list of the ways he’d been a jerk was quite long.

His lips pressed my throat. My shoulder not obscured from the wide straps of my tank top. “I shouldn’t have left you so rudely last time. I apologize.”

Oh. We were back to that. It occurred to me then.

He didn’t know I knew who he was. Or if he suspected, he wasn’t ready to reveal himself. Again, disappointment flared, but curiosity of where this was going spurred me on.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight.”

“What were you expecting?” His other hand went to my hip. He held me firmly against him. His erection obvious at my lower back. “Did you come to play?”

The grit in his voice was thick. I fought against a smile. He didn’t like that idea.

Good.

“I came to talk to someone. And to watch.”

“Have you ever been watched?”

“No.”

“Would you like to?”

“I don’t know. Maybe, if it was like them.”

His head turned, chin rested on my shoulder. I closed my eyes and imagined we were that couple. It was impossible. He wouldn’t even let me see his face, and I doubted he’d give me his heart. Too bad he didn’t know I was holding mine in my palm. His for the taking.

“Like what? You want to be on the cross?” His voice was teasing and I felt my lips stretch into a smile.

“No. Their connection. It’s beautiful.”

“Hmmm.”

The desire to turn around, press my hands to his cheeks and inspect as much of him I could see pulsed like an itch beneath my skin. I kept my gaze on the man and the woman. He was still caressing her. Along her sides, her breasts. Every time her eyes closed and a gentle smile tugged at her lips, he pinched her nipples. She arched off the cross, seeking him, to which he’d kiss her. Not her lips. Her throat. Her shoulder. He bathed her body in his kisses everywhere except where it was obvious she desperately craved them.

Evil man. Much like the one holding me. His breath skittered across my skin in soft gentle waves. The rhythm of his heartbeat at my back was a lullaby, drawing me in.

I relaxed into him, and he held me tighter. And when the man in the room slid his hands down to his wife’s core, pressed two fingers in and yanked her to him, behind me, Gage groaned.

“Will you play with me tonight?”

It was a question, not a command, the first he’d given me as if he knew this night was our last chance for anonymity.

It had to be.

“Yes.”

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