Page 82 of Playbook
He rolls over onto his back and then pulls me on top of him. My hair falls around his face and he uses both hands to push it back. Only the thin material of my panties and his trunks separate us. I can feel how much he wants me as he lifts his hips and my body rocks against his long, hard dick.
My eyes fall closed and my head tips back. Brogan groans as he moves his hands to cup my breasts.
“I have died and gone to heaven.” He sits up and licks a slow circle over one tight bud.
His hands cup and squeeze, and his mouth works me over until I’m arching into him for more and grinding against his dick.
“More.” The one word is all I can manage to articulate.
“Tell me what you need, sweetheart.” His teeth graze up my neck and his hands go around my back. He draws me against his chest, fingers tangling in my hair and pulling my head back to give him better access to the sensitive column.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.”
He lifts his hips to tease me with the hard length I’m sitting on. “So are you.”
“You have on more than me,” I argue.
“I need to taste every inch of you before I’m ready to fuck you.”
A jolt of pleasure rolls down my spine at the promise of his words, but I’m needy and impatient.
“I never thought it’d be so hard to get you naked,” I grumble, to which he laughs. His warm breath tickles my skin. He brushes his mouth over mine and then freezes.
“Don’t freak out.”
It takes me a second to realize why he’d issue such a warning. Footsteps sound in the apartment, and before I’ve quite figured out what to do, Archer appears in the doorway.
Brogan has my chest pressed to his and his knees are blocking my ass, I think, but it’s still clear what the hell we’re doing.
Archer takes in the scene, eyes wide, then turns to face the other way.
“Sorry. Didn’t realize we had company,” he shouts, then holds up an envelope in one hand. “This came for you. Looked important, but now it feels awkward. Fuck…” While keeping his eyes averted, he walks closer and sets the envelope on the edge of the bed. “Okay, then. I’m gonna go to my room now. Good to see you, London.”
Brogan keeps laughing as I bury my face in his chest.
“You too.” I hold a hand up over my head in an awkward wave.
“He’s gone,” Brogan says, loosening his grip on me.
No sooner has he said the words than Archer’s voice comes closer again. “Oh, and uh…some of the guys are on their way over.”
TWENTY-TWO
London is muttering into my chest, something about jumping out a window.
Chuckling, I drop a kiss to her forehead. “Still want me to take off my shorts?”
She groans and climbs off me. As she stands in front of me in nothing but her panties, I seriously consider shutting and locking us in for the foreseeable future. She is stunning. Her long brown hair hangs over her shoulders, perfect tits peeking out at me. Her panties aren’t as sexy as the red ones she had on the other night, but she’s the kind of girl that doesn’t need any of that to be sexy as fuck.
I get out of bed and stand in front of her, running my hands up and down her arms. “Second-guessing coming home with me?”
“No,” she says with a shake of her head. Then a sheepish smile. “Maybe a little, but not because I don’t want to finish what we started.”
“You don’t have to go.”
“It’s fine. I should get home anyway. This was…” She trails off. “An interesting day.”
“We could go to your place, and I could show you just how much more interesting it can get.” I wrap my arms around her, holding her hostage.
