Page 35 of Ready to Snap
I hold on tight, laughing harder when he starts jogging. “Will! Put me down! Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” He sets me down at the elevator, sliding me down his body one slow inch at a time.
We take it down a floor, and he leads me to the entrance of his home gym. “I was thinking about what you said—about walking in on me in the empty locker room.” A teasing smirk tilts his lips. “The odds we’d be able to pull that off without getting caught are basically zero. So, we’re going to pretend. You’re going to give me three minutes, then come in.”
With no further explanation, he takes the ice cream and walks inside, closing the door behind him. I press my ear to it but hear nothing. After the longest three minutes of my life, I cautiously turn the knob and head in. Faint music fills the space—something hard rock or heavy metal, thick with bass and drums. Typical locker room background noise. He’s ditched his shirt and is bench-pressing, grunting with each rep.
“Need a spot?”
Will racks the weights and sits up. “No, gorgeous. Let’s try that again.” He hops off the bench and takes my hand, leading me back to the door. “This time, pretend yesterday and today never happened. You hate me, remember?” He closes the door again, and I burst into a fit of giggles.
It takes me a full minute to collect myself, and after a few deep breaths, I walk in again. “Darling, you’re late for your interview.”
He sets the weights down and groans, “Have someone else do it.”
“They asked for you. I can’t swap in another player last minute,” I snap. I never took any acting classes in college, but try to draw from real conversations we’ve had over the years. “Get in the shower, then meet me in the studio room in ten.”
His eyes narrow, but his cocky smirk threatens to pop at the corner of his mouth. “Make me.”
Why is he always such a pain in my ass, even when there’s role play involved?
“What will it take for you to listen to me?”
He doesn’t reply, so I take off my shirt, lifting it one slow inch at a time before pulling it over my head and tossing it to the ground. Left only in my dark blue thong, I spin on my heel and saunter to the bathroom, glancing over my shoulder once. I can’t help mimicking his trademark wink, and chuckle to myself.
In an instant, he’s off the bench and stalking toward me. His stride is so much longer than mine, he nearly catches up immediately. I sprint the rest of the way, but he’s too fast, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me back against him.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he purrs beside my ear. “What do you say you join me for a quick shower?”
“You’re such a flirt,” I manage breathlessly. My entire body is on fire, desperate for him to touch me, kiss me—anything. Staying in character, I add, “I already took one.”
“Then I’ll just need to get you dirty again.” There’s a small bench in front of a mirror with weights stacked to the side. He guides me over and has me straddle the edge. “I could use a little…snackbefore I’m interviewed.” His lips travel to my bare shoulder, but he doesn’t kiss me. I’m wound so tight, I’m about to explode. “While I’m eating, why don’t you walk me through what you want from me?”
Will grabs the ice cream pint and circles the bench, kneeling in front of me. He trails the cold spoon up my leg, then licks away the melted sweet vanilla cream from my thigh, landing less than an inch from where I want him. He does the same to the other side, and when he reaches the top, he draws myskin into his mouth, sinking his teeth into me and sucking hard.
My yelp quickly becomes a moan, and he glances up with a devilish grin. The mark he left behind will take weeks to heal. As my pussy is cheering at this turn of events, logic doesn’t dare to chime in. There’s something about him claiming me somewhere so intimate that has my heart twisted.
“Will,” I plead, but can’t bring myself to ask for what I need.
“Yes, gorgeous? You’ve spent years bossing me around. Don’t stop now; don’t hold back. Tell me, what do you want?”
I swallow thickly, admitting, “Can we stop pretending?”
“I’m sorry, baby.” He kisses the inside of my thigh. “I took it too far.”
“No! No, you didn’t. It’s just…” I struggle to find the right words to capture what I’m feeling. As fun as it would be to play out a scene from my self-care time, I’m on edge after today. I take a deep breath, and clarify, “No more roleplay. I… I want to know what’s real.”
Will lifts onto his knees and tucks my hair behind my ear. “And I want to live up to the fantasy. The last couple of days have been the best of my life, but it has nothing to do with sex. Don’t get me wrong, making you come is definitely one of my top three favorite activities of all time, but.. thisisreal. I want you, this, us—more than I’ve wanted, well, anything.”
“Will, I?—”
“Please let me get this out.” He grips my ass and pulls me flush with him. “I’ve been talking to my therapist, Vicky, about this for a while. I’m working on minimizing my negative self-talk, but I don’t have the best track record with women. They either use me because of who I am, or…”
“Cheat?”
He nods, and I rest my forehead on his. “You said you’re scared. Well, I am too. What’s the line from that movie? ‘I’m just a guy, kneeling in front of a beautiful naked girl, asking her to love him.’ I think that’s how it goes.”
I tilt my chin and kiss him, chuckling against his lips, “Something like that.”
