Page 64 of Play Dirty

Now we’re both on the same page and fate has intervened.

If it’s trying to tell me something, the message is becoming louder but I’m trying to ignore all that.

The digital doorbell rings and I grab my phone to open the video app.

Marty.

I’m in yoga pants and a sports bra, my hair in a ponytail with no makeup, and really sweaty.

Great timing, buddy.

I grab my towel and hurry to the door, throwing it open with a smile.

“Hey! What are you?—”

Before I can finish my greeting, he pushes inside and covers my mouth with his.

Our tongues swirl together instantly, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He lifts me off the ground, my legs close around his middle, and he pushes me against the nearest wall.

Then he kisses me like a man on a mission.

“I have condoms and lube,” he whispers against my lips. “Do we need anything else?”

“Lube?” I ask in confusion.

He pauses. “It’s your first time since the hysterectomy—just in case you’re worried and it impacts your ability to…prepare.”

That might be the sweetest, most thoughtful thing anyone has ever said to me.

I really adore this man.

“Last I checked—when pleasuring myself—everything is working fine. We’re good to go. But I appreciate that you thought about it.”

He scoops me into his arms groom-style and heads for the stairs.

“How much time do we have?” I ask breathlessly.

“All afternoon. My mom and the kids are at lunch and then a movie.”

“I’m really gross and sweaty.”

His laugh rumbles through his chest and I feel the vibration. “You’re going to be a lot sweatier when we’re done.”

He kicks my bedroom door shut behind us and unceremoniously dumps me on the bed, pausing to toss some condoms on the blanket before starting to get undressed. I follow suit, as anxious to be with him as he appears to be with me, and a moment later we’re both naked.

Holy shit.

Marty and me.

Naked.

In my bed.

He’s incredibly sexy, his lean, tan body just the right amount of toned and muscular. His thighs are huge—years of ice skating, I assume—and his shoulders broad, but the rest of him is nicely balanced. Flat torso with a faint six-pack and oblique muscles forming that familiar “V” that makes me a little giddy.

I love his biceps too. They’re beautifully formed and strong, but not overly so.

And the erection bobbing proudly against his groin is perfect in my opinion. Not too big, but definitely not small.

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