Page 123 of Biggest Player
Fuck yesss . . .
I watch, mesmerized by the sight of her lost in pleasure, her body arching, fingers gripping the fabric of the couch—a couch I will never sell or get rid of.
And then, when she finally relaxes, I kiss my way back up to her, capturing her lips in a tender kiss.
“That was ...” Her legs quake beneath me. “Amazing.”
“Was it?” If there’s one thing I love, it’s a compliment.
“You know it was.”
“You stop rolling your eyes at me,” I reply, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Because we’re not done yet.”
Her smile is lazy, and she stretches. “Are you finally going to fuck me?”
Finally going to ... “You sassy brat.”
I move over her, positioning myself at her entrance, and she moves too, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me closer.
So wet.
So hot.
I slide into her slowly, savoring the feeling of being inside her, the way her body welcomes me.
Tight as fuck.
“Holy shit.” I can barely breathe.
Jesus Christ, she feels amazing.
So much so that I have to remind myself to pump my hips, to drive into her.
We move together until we’re in sync, each thrust, each moan, each kiss, each time she clenches so she feels tighter.
I am going to lose my mind.
“Faster,” she commands, nails digging into my shoulders.
It hurts so goddamn good ...
Chapter 28
Margot
I wasn’t digging in the garbage, honest I wasn’t.
I was simply tossing a wrapper.
In my opinion, Dex should have been smarter with his subterfuge, but if there’s one thing I won’t accuse him of, it’s being a rocket scientist.
“Dex.”Babe.“What’s this?”
Because to me, it looks like a bag for an Italian restaurant. And a receipt. And cooking instructions.
That son of a bitch lied to me!
I pull out a white half sheet of paper that had been stapled to a paper bag, then hold it up toward the light.
