Page 15 of Cocky Player

“I don’t give a fuck.”

My eyes flew open as he turned and my back hit another wall.There were four doors in this hallway, all closed, and as his mouth moved from mine to the curve of my shoulder, biting and nibbling and sucking as he pulled his keys out of his pocket, I considered what would happen if one of those doors opened.If someone stood in the doorway and watched as I ground my pelvis against Connor’s.If someone paid attention to when he’d lifted my leg to his hips, spread me open in the office.

What would I have done had someone else seen me behave that way?

A delicious shiver wracked my body and Connor pulled back.Caught where my gaze was fixed to the doorway across from his and back to me.“You like the idea of being watched?”

I bit my lip and shook my head.I didn’t.It was wrong.And yet… “I don’t know.”

A line furrowed between his brows and he pressed his lips to mine.“We’ll talk about that later then,” he said and opened his door, pushing it open and stood back, strong, muscular and massive arm extended.“Last chance to back out.”

“Not interested,” I declared and stepped around him on legs that trembled with nerves.His chuckle told me he saw and yet he closed the door, flipped a lock and turned on the lights.

His condo was nothing like I’d imagined.I expected a man who made millions to live in a home with landscapers and butlers, perhaps a housekeeper.Connor’s home looked like it’d either been recently robbed or he was still a poor college student.Two faded brown couches.A massive television sat on a stand with piles of wires and various gaming systems.Empty glasses were littered on a coffee table and I was certain if they were moved, rings of dust showing how long they’d been there would appear.

He was a slob and I bit my lip again but this time to keep from smiling.

So very unexpected indeed.

“I’m messy, I know.Don’t say shit.My room is clean, it’s the living areas I don’t care about.”

I whipped my head around, surprised he could read my thoughts.“Not the first time it’s been brought up?”

“No.”He grinned and came toward me, smacking his lips to mine.“And if eighteen years of my grandpa on my ass didn’t work to instill good cleaning habits, trust me, nothing you say tonight is going to change that.Want something to drink?”

“Is it safe?”I teased and this was new.Like he’d turned into some playful being instead of someone who wanted to crash his body against mine as soon as I stepped inside.

I ran my hands down my dress.I had one gin and tonic at the bar earlier but was nowhere near buzzed.Something with alcohol might help relax me.Not too much.I definitely wanted to remember this night.I had a feeling it’d be worth the memory.Probably seared into my brain.

I followed Connor into the kitchen, surprised again at the number of dishes in his sink and yet they were clean, rinsed and washed and drying neatly on a rack on his small U-shaped counter.Nothing about this place was extravagant and yet I’d done some digging.He was drafted to Rough Riders five years ago and this year was his last year on his original five-year contract.Slated to make over two million dollars base salary, he had the potential to earn eleven million dollars this year.

“Is this really your place?”

An amused grin stretched his face as he grabbed a bottle of red wine from a cupboard.“Yes.Why?”

“No reason.”A million questions danced on the tip of my tongue but the whole purpose of finding someone I didn’t know to have sex with was to keep it casual and impersonal.Getting to know him wouldn’t help anything.

Probably shouldn’t have scanned his personnel file in the office earlier then.Oops.

“I’d love a glass of that wine, please.”

“Figured you’d need it.”

My fingers ran along the edge of his white counters.This building was older, not even recently renovated and my curiosity piqued as he handed me a glass of wine from a bottle I knew cost several hundred dollars and a wineglass that glistened like it was made of crystal.

Weird.All of this was weird, like he’d been plopped into a home that didn’t quite fit him and spent his money on everything else.His car had to be crazy expensive, his clothes and shoes designer—yes, I’d noticed—even his glassware seemed he gave a shit and yet his apartment was straight middle class…

Nothing wrong with it at all, and I bit back the sudden bitter taste of judgment.

“So, you wanted to talk first?”Before we got to the good stuff.This had to hurry along.It’d been too long since he kissed me, but my body throbbed at the memory and taste of him.The way his body was so strong against mine last week.How good that pain had felt when he shoved his fingers deep inside me.

I took another drink.

“Yeah.What are you in this for?”

“Well, you don’t beat around the bush, do you?”

“No.”He crossed his arms over his chest.And I realized he’d only poured one glass of wine.Mine.Huh, again.“And I’ll fill you in with more info.I will fuck you.I’ll give you what you want and then some.Hell, I’ll be your personal teacher if that’s what you want, showing you everything that’s been missing in your sex life, but I demand honesty.You could have found some asshole two-pump chump to get you off in the bathroom with a dick so small you would have left disappointed and instead you found me.And maybe it’s because I not only know your dad, but I respect the hell out of him, but if you’re coming to me for this, it’s my way or no way.”

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