Page 198 of Playing the Pucking Game
It was girls’ night. A player-free zone.
Even if, deep down, I really wanted him to step up to me on the dance floor, grip my hips, and tug me back into his body.
Heat rushes through me at just the thought.
Reaching behind me, I pull the zipper of my dress down.
It gets stuck at the waistband, and I curse as I try to force it over.
My eyes catch on my purse that I laid on the dresser, and I still.
I could message him to help me.
He would. I know he would.
My heart pounds harder, and I squeeze my eyes closed, making the image in my head as real as possible.
His breath would rush over my neck and shoulders. The heat of his body would burn into mine as he stood a little too close, ensuring his scent engulfed me.
The sound of the zipper being lowered would fill the room, along with our heavy breathing as he tugged it free, allowing my dress to fall to my waist, showing him exactly what I’m not wearing beneath.
“Parker,” he’d growl in my ear as he stared at the reflection of my chest in the mirror, his eyes dark with arousal.
He’d step forward, pressing the steel rod of his erection against my ass, just like he has done every morning this week.
I thought that the second night he crawled into bed with me was a bonus. But it didn’t stop there. Every single night after he’s showered, he silently slips into my room, climbs into my bed, and pulls me back against him.
My eyes fly open, and I stare at the bed beside me.
It’s stupid, and I hate it, but…I’m not sure I’m going to be able to sleep without him tonight.
A heavy sigh escapes me as I return to the task at hand without reaching for my cell to call in backup.
He’s probably already asleep anyway. We’ve got an early start tomorrow.
Finally, I manage to free the zipper, and my dress falls from my hips, pooling around my ankles.
Stepping out of the fabric, I leave it where it is to deal with tomorrow before I pull the sleep shirt I hid at the bottom of my suitcase for this trip, knowing that I’d need a little bit of him surrounding me.
Despite sleeping in it the other night, when I bring the fabric of his shirt to my nose, I can still smell him. Comfort washes through me, but it doesn’t come alone, because the desire that had me squeezing my thighs together with my little fantasy only moments ago is right on its tail.
I glance at my suitcase. I might not be able to see it, but what I need is hidden in there somewhere.
“Fuck it,” I mutter as I sink my hand into my packed clothes, searching for my little friend. “Yesss,” I hiss as my fingers brush the smooth silicone.
With my toy in hand, I walk to the bed and climb in with my heart racing and arousal pumping through my veins.
I’ll get myself off, and then I’ll be able to have a good night’s sleep and wake up ready to face tomorrow.
The second I’m on my back, I shimmy my panties down my legs and kick them off.
Switching my vibrating friend on, I rest back and spread my legs, trying to clear my mind so I can really sink into this.
I take myself back to my earlier fantasy. What would happen next?
As I let my mind wander, I move my vibrator between my legs and gently touch it to my clit.
My entire body jolts with the sensation, and more heat pools in my core.
