Page 14 of Wickedly Played
Shit. I forgot my new meat shield doesn’t know my lifestyle that well. I wonder how big his deep blue eyes are going to get when he sees what I’m about to do.
“Oh, this is my bodyguard, Max. Max, this is my partner, Stella, and her dipshit boyfriend, Deacon.”
“You got yourself a new bodyguard?” Deacon chuffs. “Poor guy. Serena has a lot of fans, and some of them are crazy.”
“What do you mean?” Max responds with his arms crossed over his chest.
My friend’s boyfriend shifts his weight like he’s intimidated by my new guard. “I just mean she’s popular.”
“You make me sound like a whore,” I retort. “Come on, Stella, we have to get ready to go on stage.” I grab my friend’s hand andthen walk down the hallway. “Max, if you want to stand outside the door, you can.”
Before I can get too far, I feel a muscular hand grabbing my arm to pull me back. I turn to look at Max’s studious face and fight the urge to purr. It has been so long since someone has been this forceful with me, and I must admit, I like it.
He looks at Stella and Deacon, dismissing them, and they walk away quickly. “What is your problem?” I hiss.
Max gets close to my face, giving me a good sniff of his masculine scent. “You’re under my protection, Serena. You don’t get to dismiss me. Where you go, I go. Do I make myself clear?”
Again, the urge to purr is overwhelming.
“Are we going to have a problem?” I ask with my eyebrow raised. My arms cross my chest with my lips curling into a snarky pout. I can’t believe I’m reacting like this to a man I just met, but I feel like being the biggest brat to the man.
“Sweetness,” his lips are close to my ear, “we won’t have a problem if you stop playing these games with me.”
Feeling even more bratty, I level him with my stare. “What games am I playing?”
Max drops his hand from my arm to grip my hip in his firm grasp. “You keep pushing me, sweetness. You had better stop, because you won’t like the repercussions from it. Go get changed, and I will wait for you outside of the changing room.”
My feet stagger once he has let me go.Son of a bitch.
Once I’m in the changing room with Stella, she turns to look at me with wild eyes. “Okay, that was kind of hot!”
I shake her off while ripping my top off and yanking the corset out of my bag. She helps lace it from behind as she lays kisses up the column of my neck. “This is hot,” I redirect.
Spinning in Stella’s arms, I pull her closer to me and devour her mouth. “I’ve missed you,” I murmur against her soft lips.Her fingers trace my torso before stopping at the waistband of my pants. “Yes,” I moan.
“I can’t wait for tonight,” she moans in my mouth.
There’s a banging on the door to wake us from our lust. Deacon’s head pokes through the door as he clocks his girlfriend. “Baby, you guys have two minutes before the show begins.”
His eyes look at Stella in my arms, and a smile takes over his face. “Are you going to give me a show before the show?”
I kiss Stella once more. “You wish. You can get the show everyone else pays for, Deacon. Get out of here. I would hate to embarrass you once you see how hard I can make your girlfriend come with my mouth.”
“You’re such a bitch,” he utters under his breath.
“What did you just call her?”
Stella’s lips touch my ear. “He’s so hot for you, baby.”
I shake her off. “Yeah, right.”
“Want to make this an excellent show?”
I smile conspiratorially. “Always, honey.”
Inside the cup of my bustier, I feel my phone vibrating. I check it quickly and wince when I see who’s calling. Talking to this person is the last thing I want to do right now. I can’t stand to hear the disdain dripping from their voice. Even though I’m actively choosing to ignore the consequences, I’m not stupid. I know that eventually the ramifications are going to come barreling after me.
Before we leave the dressing room, Stella pushes me against the wall. I love it when she thinks she can top me like this. She’s about my height with heels on, and her mouth latches onto my pulse in my neck. “Sorry, I had to get that out of my system.”
