Page 53 of Sweeper
A hyenic laugh bursts out of my throat as I cover my mouth. “I can’t believe you’re serious right now!” I shake my head and push my hair out of my face. “Most days, your ego is so big, I fear you won’t fit in this building. But other times, you’re just so utterly human it’s…almost endearing.” I press my hand to my chest, staring at the half-naked footballer in front of me, who looks as if I’ve just kicked his puppy.
“Then what was the issue?” he growls, his expression turning from cocky arsehole to boyishly confused in the blink of an eye.
“Not that,” I reply honestly, fiddling with the belt of my robe to avoid eye contact.
“Then tell me what it was,” he insists.
“It’s not something you need to worry about.” I sit down on my bed and cross my legs to feign casual, feeling anything but after those three orgasms he just gave me.
“So, there is something?” Zander’s tone is challenging as he steps in front of me to use his massive frame to intimidate me.
“Leave it be,” I state firmly.
“No.”
“Yes.”
I glower up at him, daring him to argue with me again, and before I know what’s happening, Zander pushes me backward and flattens his body over mine. He clutches my wrists in one hand above my head, rendering me incapacitated.
“What are you doing?” I gasp, squirming against his body, my chest heaving beneath his crushing weight. He situates himself between my legs, causing my robe to fall open.
He eyes my exposed breasts hungrily. “I’m going to get my answer out of you.” He blows cool air over both of my nipples, causing them to pucker beneath his greedy gaze.
My pelvis writhes beneath him, and I’m aching for his breath to be in another area altogether. But of course, I can’t tell him that. I roll my eyes and sigh dramatically. “Just because you gave me some orgasms doesn’t make you some sex god, you know.”
His body shakes with laughter, and I see a wicked glint in his eye just before he releases my wrists to assault my sides with his fingers. I squeal in protest and do my best to fight him off as his hands move over my ribs and stomach, relentlessly tickling me until I can hardly catch my breath.
“Fine, I’ll tell you!” I scream out, my body wilting under his assault as tears from laughing fall out of my eyes. “Just stop tickling me.”
He’s like a proud dog with a bone as he hovers over top of me, smiling like a loon.
I sigh and turn away because I can’t make eye contact when I say this, or I’ll die of embarrassment. “I sent you packing the other night because I had just experienced my first orgasm and was having a bit of a mental freak-out.”
I chance a glance at him, and he blinks back at me in shock. “You’re lying.”
“Why would I lie about something like that? It’s not exactly something to brag about.”
He shakes his head as he climbs off me to sit on the edge of the bed. I pull my robe closed around me again and sit up to watch him process this apparently very shocking information.
“But you’re not a virgin, right?” he asks, looking at me with a puzzled brow.
“No.” I laugh.
“But you’re saying I gave you your first big O?”
A dejected sigh escapes my lips. “It would appear so.”
“So, I’m not bad at sex.” A smug grin lifts all the features on his face.
I want to insult him to knock him down a few pegs, but I’m nothing if not honest. “You’re not bad at sex.”
He bites his lip with a victorious smile. “And just now…” he points at the bed, like a dog begging for a treat.
“You gave me three more orgasms,” I state flatly.
“Fuck yeah, I did.” He makes a fist and pumps it a couple of times in front of him as his eyes dance with victory.
I comb my fingers through my tousled hair. “I’m glad you’re pleased because sex is probably ruined for me forever now.”
