Page 51 of Once Upon A Player
“Fuck, that’s it, squeeze me dry.” He hammers into me, and it’s sexy and wet andprimitive. And when Lucas roars his release, it’s the hottest thing ever.
Chapter Sixteen
Violet
It’s early afternoon when Lucas drops me home. We kiss on the doorstep like we’re never going to see each other again when we’ve already made plans to spend tonight together.
“Don’t work too hard.” He cups my face as though he doesn’t want to stop touching me, and I’m down forthat. Shame about real life having to intrude, but I have a four-hour shift at Sycamore Lodge this afternoon.
“I won’t. Have fun training.”
“I will.” He takes a reluctant step back.
He gets into his car and drives off, and I’m smiling like I’m completely besotted by him.
That’s because I am.
I sigh and let myself into the house. My entire body tingles, a lingering afterglow of my mind-blowing orgasms. Did I think Lucas was a sex god?
I was wrong. He’sthegod of sex.
In my room, I drop my bag on my bed and strip off my dress. There’s a rosy glow all over my skin, and while thatmightjust be my imagination, I don’t think so. I fall onto my bed, fish my phone out of my bag, and call Katie.
She’s left three messages since this morning, and I sent her a quick text earlier letting her know I was still alive and would fill her in with all the details later.
“Spill,” she says, as soon as she answers.
“I’ve had so much sex today, I can hardly stand.”
“Good. Now that you’ve got someone other than shit-face to compare with, you won’t settle for any crappy, second-rate bonking in the future.”
My feel-fab aura deflates a little, since I don’twantto bonk anyone else, first rate or otherwise.
Summer fling, Vi.
I haven’t forgotten. I just don’t want to keepdwellingon it, that’s all.
It’s more than a summer fling, and you know it.
I squash the thought before it takes over my mind.
“I’m going back to his place again tonight, after work.”
“Yes, good thinking. Get in as much practice as possible. As long as you remember this isn’t serious.”
Even though she’s only repeating what I assured her the other day, it’s still annoying that she feels the need to throw it in my face. I’m about to end the conversation when I remember something else.
“You’ll never guess. Geoff and Monica turned up at Overton’s last night.”
“Ugh. Did they see you?”
“He came over to talk to Lucas.”
“I bet that manky cow was green with envy. Lucas Carter is far better arm candy than Geoffrey Hawthorne-Douglas.”
That hadn’t occurred to me before, but I don’t think Katie’s right. Monica loves Geoff, and I don’t care anymore. As for Geoff, well I’m not so sure. Would he dump Monica if a better prospect came along?
I don’t even care about that, either. They made their bed, and all that.
