Page 50 of Scoring the Player
“I asked you out on a date, and you said no.”
“I don’t date.”
“You said you don’t like me.”
“I don’t.”
He reads something in my face that quirks the corners of his lips.
“What?” I ask, fighting the urge to cross my arms.
“You’ve been mad at me for five years…”
“I hate you.”
“Mm.” He leans in. “How much?”
I should walk away, but I’m locked in place by his scent.
His lips are closeagain.
I swallow roughly.
That bottom one…
He wets it, and my fists curl in.
“Show me how much, Blu?—”
He grunts as my teeth sink into his bottom lip, and my fingers dig into his back. My jaw tightens as I clamp down, and his moan makes my hands squeeze his waist to keep myself upright.
Fuck, that sound.
His tongue swipes across my teeth, making my eyes roll closed.
“Oh!” a woman shrieks. “W-we’ll take the next one.”
I release him as she scurries away.
He punches the elevator button, steps back, and leans against the opposite wall. Rubbing his thumb across his bruised lip, his eyes darken as they snake over my body.
“Come here,” I rasp.
He winks at me but doesn’t move.
When the elevator stops, we’re both off it before the doors fully open. I couldn’t tell you what color the hallway walls are, the carpet, or the number for his room, but I could draw in painstaking detail the stretch of fabric across his traps, the deep groove along his spine, and the way his muscular ass shifts in his pants.
Flicking on a low light, he then places his key card, wallet, and phone down on the nightstand.
“I’m on PrEP,” he says, voice scratchy. “Up to date on my vaccines. Tested and cleared after my last partner.” He turns to me.
I tense, thinking about him and Lucien. “S-same,” I reply.
He nods. “Come.” He lowers to the bed and leans back. “Get what you came for.”
One night,I remind myself.And like every man before him, he’ll be out of my system.
One night.
