Page 45 of Playing Pretend

“Goddamnit, Rome.” She shoves at my chest, but I don’t retreat. I keep my lips on her skin, her scent in my lungs. “He couldn’t make me come, okay? That’s it. That’s the whole thing.”

I freeze, unmoving, barely blinking. I bide time, pulling my thoughts together. Problem is, those fuckers are wild and rampant. Adrenaline floods my veins, my appreciation for Julian’s misgivings proving how much of a selfish prick I am. But there’s no denying it. I’m grateful that the son of a bitch couldn’t make her feel good.

“I could do what he couldn’t.” My confidence takes over. Myneed. “I could do it right now.”

Her goose bumps break out beneath my lips. A second later, she scoffs awkwardly.

“I’m not joking.” I kiss her shoulder again and again. Soft. Sweet. Slow. “Let me show you.”

“No.” She pulls to the side, banging her shoulder against the cage of my arm as she meets my gaze. “That’s not a good idea.”

“Why?”

“I’ve had too much to drink.” She swallows, her eyes wide. “And so have you.”

“No amount of alcohol would stop me from wanting to fix this.”

“And what exactly do you think you can fix? My dysfunctional anatomy isn’t—”

“You don’t have dysfunctional anatomy, Piper. Let me prove it.”

She shakes her head. Fast. Panicked.

“I’m not going to fuck you.” I raise a knee, my pulse loud in my ears as I guide it to her joined thighs. “I’m not even going to use my hands.”

“What are you doing?” she whispers.

“Proving him wrong.” I add pressure, gently inserting my thigh between hers.

She doesn’t protest. There’s only those wild eyes that stare at me with bewilderment. “Rome, we’re in public.”

“It doesn’t matter where we are; there’s nothing for anyone to see.” I pat the sodden edge of the pool. “I’m going to keep my hands right here. You’re going to do all the work. Nobody will know.”

“What work?” She blinks back at me, confused. “I don’t even know what you mean.”

I press my knee farther, gliding it between her legs, not stopping until her crotch straddles my thigh.

She gasps.

“You’re going to ride me.” I bury my face in her neck. Taste the saltwater on her skin. “You’re going to grind until you come.”

She shudders, continuing to shake her head, but those gentle hands rise to my shoulders and cling tight.

“That’s all it will take,” I vow. “No hands. No other body parts.”Only my lips on her skin and my dirty words in her ear.

“He might not have been able to make you feel good. But I promise I can.” I nuzzle her neck as her throat struggles over a heavy swallow. “I can do it out in the open. Without penetration. Just your sweet pussy rubbing my hard thigh.”

She sucks in another rabid breath.

I yearn to moan. To growl. My dick already throbs for her, the length bare inches from temptation. “Grind for me. Work those hips against mine to gain the friction you need.”

“I can’t.”

“Sure you can. Take advantage of all those lowered inhibitions from the liquor and show yourself that Julian doesn’t know shit about you.” Her nails pierce my shoulder, digging deep. “I want you to use me, Piper. I want to hear you come.”

“Rome…”

I nuzzle. Kiss. Graze. “Have I told you how much I love hearing my name on your lips?”

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