Page 38 of Dirty Play

True to his word, Rowan lets me go instantly, his hands immediately leaving my body. I reach down to fix my panties and dart toward the door, fingers fumbling as I try to unlock it.

“Turn it anticlockwise,” he teases, amusement threading through his voice.

“I don’t need your help,” I blurt out, breathless and flustered, not even remembering which way clockwise and anticlockwise is right now.

I hear him chuckle, a sound that’s infuriatingly attractive and utterly maddening. I turn to glare at him and freeze. He’s leaning casually against the counter when he lifts his right hand to his mouth and licks my arousal off them.

My mouth falls open as I suck in a sharp breath at the sight. It sends a thrill of frustration and desire coursing through me, my heart pounding against my ribs like a wild animal desperate for freedom.

He grins with his middle finger caught between his teeth. The devilish glint in his eyes is enough to make me wonder what will happen if I stay and—

No!

Finally, I manage to shove the door open, spilling out into the little corridor leading back to the VIP lounge. The pulse of the club hits me like a wave. I can’t believe what just happened. I can’t believe I just crossed a line I never thought I would with Rowan.

What the hell have I done?

Chapter twelve

~ROWAN~

I stay in the bathroom a moment longer, gripping the edge of the counter and staring at my reflection in the mirror. My chest rises and falls like I just got off the ice after a fight, adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Her taste is still on my tongue, and I can’t fucking remember a time when I wanted someone this badly. It’s not just the kiss. It’sher.

The look she gave me before she walked out was like she was two seconds from begging me to finish what I had started. That stubborn pride, the way she wants to slap me and kiss me all at once, drives me out of my goddamn mind.

I take a slow, steady breath, willing myself to calm down. I can’t walk back out there with a fucking boner, looking like I’m seconds from dragging her back in here and pinning her to the wall.

When I finally push the door open and step into the small corridor leading to the VIP lounge, it’s like flipping a switch. The music thumps, the strobe lights flicker, and the scent of liquor and perfume mixes with the bass. I walk back into the main area, and my eyes sweep the room casually. I catch Damien’s smirk.

He’s standing near the railing, glass in hand, watching me like I’ve just done exactly what he expected. He raises his glass in a silent toast and winks. Next to him, Ares is more subtle, giving me a knowing look and a slight nod. I smile back, but internally, I know the game’s changed.

The rest of the guys are too busy with their puck bunnies to notice a thing.

Then I see her.

Livia’s at the bar, talking to Avery, a drink in her hand. I don’t miss the way her gaze flickers toward me for half a second before she snaps it away. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks are flushed, and I’d bet every dollar in my contract she can still feel the slickness between her thighs, just like I did.

Her taste is still on my tongue, sweet as honey and deadly like venom.

Fuck, I want to drink her until there’s nothing left. My cock stirs again, and I take a deep breath, willing my body to calm down.

I walk up to the bar, nodding at the bartender to give me another drink.

I don’t take my eyes off her, not for a second. Watching her squirm is better than half the shit that passes for entertainment in this place. She shifts on her stool, crossing her legs, her bare thigh peeking out from her dress.

I smirk, knowing exactly how much of a mess I’ve caused.

My drink is half gone before Mr. Harrison, the team owner, and his wife, Alegra, make their grand entrance. Mr. Harrison’s all handshakes and smiles, throwing out that charm that only money can buy. Poor guy seems to be the only one in here who’s clueless about his wife’s infidelity.

Alegra’s eyes catch mine. They’re predatory. Hungry. I’ve seen that look before too many times to count. It’s the same look she’s been giving me since I signed with the Panthers years ago.

I keep it polite when they make their way over, shaking hands and exchanging the usual bullshit.

The second Mr. Harrison breaks off to talk to Ares, my eyes are on Livia again. She shifts on the barstool again, no doubt trying to get rid of the ache between her legs. The memory of her soft skin under my fingers is enough for blood to rush to my cock again.

Fuck, I need to go calm down.

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