Page 108 of Playbook
“And he’s the hottest professional athlete anywhere, not just in Arizona.”
The girls finally shuffle away awkwardly and London swivels around to face me. Her expression is timid like she’s scared of my reaction. “What was that?” I ask, laughing. My chest is light and a giddy feeling spreads through me.
“I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t have done that.” Her face scrunches up. “She was touching you and I just lost it.”
“Oh my god, I think I’m in love with you.”
“What?” Her pupils blow up and she recoils like she’s in shock.
“You looked like you were seconds away from clawing her eyes out or throwing a punch. Do you even know how to throw a punch?” I’m real interested in knowing the answer to that and maybe seeing it in action.
“She put her hands on my man. I mean, at least as far as everyone else knows you’re my man. You were right, we should take a photo and post it on your social media.”
I get my phone out immediately and snap one of us, then post it without bothering with a caption.
“Just like that? I didn’t even get to check it to make sure I look okay.”
“You look beautiful. Trust me.” I pocket my phone. “So, not the kind of girlfriend who lets other women hit on your man, huh? I like it.”
She rolls her eyes at me, but I am serious. I want that look of fiery possession on her face and aimed at me always.
“Is there a whole list of women you’ve scared off from hitting on ex-boyfriends? Maybe a support group you could offer them, because frankly they look like they might need a safe place to express their feelings.”
“No.” She laughs and crosses her arms over her chest. “I’m not the jealous type.”
“No?” She’s kidding, right? If that wasn’t jealousy, I don’t know what it was.
“Random strangers shouldn’t just walk up to you and put their hands on you. Guy or girl. It’s rude.”
It is, but I guess I never minded much before. Now I just want London’s hands on me, and I think she feels the same.
“So, if it wasn’t a stranger, say it was someone I knew, then it’d be okay?” I step closer until our chests brush. She has to tilt her head back to look up at me, and I bring a hand up to the back of her neck.
“Theoretically.”
“I’d like to test that theory, but I’m too turned on and I need to be inside you.” I take her hand and lead us back through the club to the exit.
“Where are we going?” she asks, voice strained with laughter as she takes little quick steps to keep up with me. I slow down so she doesn’t have to hurry, but everything in me wants to rush.
Outside, the limo driver is standing at the front of the vehicle smoking a cigarette.
“Hey, man,” I say when he spots us and pushes off like he’s preparing to get back in to drive us. “I need to talk to my girl. Mind if we sit in the car for a few minutes?”
He hesitates. He knows exactly what I want to do in his back seat, and it isn’t talk.
“I’ll pay you double for tonight.”
A smile slowly curves his lips. “It’s all yours.”
I open the back door and help London in before following and shutting us in. It’s dark with only a little of the light from outside getting in through the tinted windows.
“You’re incredible. You know that?” I frame her face with both hands and kiss her with an urgency that steals my breath.
“You’re pretty incredible yourself.” She kisses me back with a desperation that I feel to my core. Maybe we’re not the same in a lot of ways but right now we want each other with the same voracity. “Every woman in this city thinks so.”
I’ve got her in my lap, sitting on my dick as I slide my hands up the hem of her dress. Her skin is like velvet and she shudders as the tips of my fingers reach the apex of her thighs.
“Wait. There’s something I’ve always wanted to do in a limo.”
