Page 86 of Force Play
“What song is this?”
“Bailando.One of my absolute favorites.” I start dancing around again, and Ari won’t take his eyes off me.
When I shake my hips, he loses any control he has, pushing me back against the counter with his lips hovering over mine. “How long does this need to simmer, Spitfire?”
“Another fifty minutes,” I breathe. “Why?”
The heat emanating from his eyes is scalding. “Because I picked up some fun things for us, sweetheart, and I’m fucking dying to handcuff you to your bed. Right fucking now.”
I lick my lips. “We have time for that.”
“Thank fuck,” Ari mutters before crashing his mouth against mine, grabbing the bag he dropped on the floor, and leading us backward to my bedroom.
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Lucia
“Ineedyoutotake this fucking jersey off,” Ari states as he shuts my bedroom door.
I can’t help but laugh. “What’s wrong with this?” I ask, feigning innocence. “I thought you’d like seeing me in a Stars jersey.”
“You know exactly what’s fucking wrong with it,” he growls, andfuckit’s sexy. “Now take it off.”
“Lane is our friend,” I say sweetly. “I thought this was nice.”
“Lucia Torres, I’m not fucking you in Lane’s jersey. Take. It. Off.”
“So bossy,” I tease, letting my shoulders fall back so the jersey can slide down my arms. “Better?”
“Much fucking better,” Ari rasps.
“Am I taking off anything else?”
His eyes darken with lust. “Yeah. Strip for me, Spitfire.”
I scoff. “Why would I strip for you?”
He closes the distance between us, brushing his lips over mine. “Because I think by now you know just how fucking sexy I thinkyou are. And I think you like the idea of making me watch you get naked without being able to touch you.”
Shit.
I think Idolike the sound of that.
“Ass on the bed, Casanova.” I push him toward it. “Keep your eyes on me. No touching until I say so.”
Ari licks his lips and complies without hesitation, leaning back on his hands on top of the mattress.
“Mmm, such a good boy, Ari. Do you like being a good boy?”
“For you? Hell yeah.”
God, that’s so fucking hot.
I grab my shirt by the hem and slowly peel it up over my torso, leaving me in my favorite black lace bra.
“Shit,” he breathes, and I watch him adjust himself through his sweats.
I slowly unbutton my jeans. “Do you like watching me?” I push my pants down and kick them to the side, listening as Ari groans when he sees me in the matching black lace thong.
