Page 94 of Game of Love
That made it sound like he wanted to keep seeing me. I stared at him, not answering, just looking.
It was that weird time again, during the early hours of the morning. It was way past the time I’d normally retire to bed. I wasn’t as tired as the last time when I’d just conked out.
I did wonder though if sleep would take him away from me.
“What? What are you thinking?” He prodded and tweaked my nose playfully.
“What you just said. Sounds like you want to see me more than just for one night, or two.”
The playful smirk receded from his face. “Maybe I do, but I… shouldn’t…”
“Why? Because I’m the boss’s daughter?” He wouldn’t care about that. I thought he might the other day. Not so much now.
“No,” he answered, confirming my thoughts.
“Then why shouldn’t you? Because we’ve known each other for a little over two weeks and look at us?” I smiled.
God, I couldn’t believe it was so little time.
“That’s one reason.”
I ran my fingers over the sharp chisel of his jaw deciding on whether I should continue to press the issue.
I wasn’t stupid. I was used to the world of men and knew the worst thing you could do was push, and press an issue when it was vague.
He was being vague and I was sure he had his reasons. It didn’t mean I liked it but I liked us right now.
“It’s okay. I’m not prying.” I nodded. “This part is nice. Thanks for coming over and seeing me. My father is not the easiest person to deal with.”
I thought I’d say that because it was true. I was certain Pa would have at least had his questions if Xander asked if he could come and see me. Pa hadn’t said anything to me about him but I knew he knew something was going on between us.
“He’s not going to stop me from seeing you, Jia. Maybe I’ve just jumped on the crazy train wanting to protect you and I don’t trust anyone else to do it but me.”
That was sweet and explained his behavior earlier.
“It’s nice being protected by you.” I gave him a one-shoulder sassy shrug. “I like the other things that we do too when you’re protecting me.”
“Yeah, like this?”
He reached up and ran his fingers over my right breast, moving slowly over the nipple that hardened to his touch.
“I really like that.” I pushed into the touch and he started squeezing.
“But that feels more fun for me. You allowing me to touch you and suck your tits.”
He squeezed harder and I decided to spice things up a little by taking off my top. My breasts bobbled invitingly toward him, my nipples puckered, begging to be sucked.
I shook my head at him and smiled. “Trust me, it’s me who has more fun.”
He obliged by closing his mouth over my right nipple and sucking.
That was it, all it took to send me over the edge again.
We ended up in my bed seconds later, him buried to the hilt deep inside me.
Then it was like we went crazy on each other. Completely crazy.
Lost to the throes of passion, no longer caring.
