Page 70 of The Rival (Looking to Score 2)
The room is dark, but I find the light switch. It’s set up like a hotel suite, with a small kitchenette and dining table that we bypass on our way to the sofa. But we only make it halfway there, because I press her up against the back of the couch and take her mouth again.
She tastes like champagne. My heart is so full of happiness, I might burst.
“Baby, I’m sorry for everything. I hated losing you. I hated how I treated you this summer,” I murmur, my lips on her throat. “After that first night, when I told you it was a mistake . . . I was wrong.”
“I’m sorry I left,” she breathes out.
Aspen’s hands are all over me, and when she palms the front of my dress pants, I bite out a groan.
I cup her face in my hands and bring her eyes to mine. “Should we go slow? I don’t want to rush you.”
Her mouth twitches with a smile. “There’s no such thing as slow with you.”
She’s right. Everything is zero to a hundred with us. I’m convinced this woman was made just for me. And when she falls to her knees at my feet and begins working open the front of my pants, I know she is.
The first wet stroke of her tongue against me makes my chest hitch. I love that she loses all control around me, just like I do with her. I touch her hair and tell her how good this feels.
From her jeweled clutch on the floor, I hear a sound. With pleasure shooting through my veins, it takes me a second to realize Aspen’s phone is ringing.
At first, she ignores it, continuing to suck and lick and nibble at my rigid flesh. I clench my hands into fists at my sides and let out a groan. But then Aspen pulls back and rummages through her purse until she can bring the phone to her ear.
“Hello?” She’s breathless and her cheeks are flushed.
I gaze down at her, my dick hanging out of my pants, wanting to strangle whoever it is that interrupted us.
“It’s Eden,” she whispers, looking up at me from the floor. “Yes, um, uh-huh,” she says, running her finger along my length teasingly.
I can’t resist touching her cheek and guiding myself back into her mouth. She sucks on me, one long deep suck that makes my toes curl, before pulling back.
She gives me a stern look and whispers, “You’re going to get me fired.”
I take the phone from her hand and press the speakerphone button, because if there was ever a time to use the hands-free feature, it’s now.
Aspen licks my cock, and all the breath leaves my lungs at once.
Eden is saying something, but all my focus is on Aspen and her hot mouth.
“I was just worried about you,” Eden says. “You disappeared. Did Alex talk to you?”
Aspen releases me with a faint sound, her hand still stroking. “Um, yes, we’re together right now.”
“Oh,” Eden says, sounding a little stilted. “I’m interrupting, aren’t I?”
“In a manner of speaking,” Aspen says.
“Okay, gross. Hanging up now.”
I press a button to end the call and toss the phone onto the couch as Aspen looks up at me, a laugh on her lips.
“Did that just happen?”
I chuckle too. “Uh, yeah.”
We’re still laughing when Tate knocks on the door. “You guys okay in there?”
I sigh, realizing it’s time to admit defeat. I help Aspen to her feet and unceremoniously tuck myself back into my pants. “We should probably go. Can we ditch the gala? Will you come home with me?”
She nods, smiling. “Lead the way.”
• • •
Aspen’s never been to my place, and so I really can’t fault her for wanting the full tour. Even if my body is unhappy about being abandoned in the middle of a blow job. I show her around, hurrying her through the home gym, kitchen, living room . . .
“You have a pool?” she asks excitedly, leaning close to the windows so she can see outside in the darkness.
“Yup. I’ve only been in it once, though.”
“We are totally having a pool party here this summer.”
“Yeah? You want to stay here, instead of Canada?”
She turns to look at me. “That was pretty perfect, wasn’t it?”
“It was special. But I think we can make our own special traditions here too.”
It’s then that I know I want Aspen to move in with me. But since I’m smart enough not to get into what could turn into a lengthy discussion, I take her hand and tug her toward the stairs. We’ll talk about that later.
“Last stop on the tour,” I joke when we enter my bedroom.
“This is amazing,” she says, scanning the room.
“Can you stay all weekend?” I pull her into my arms and wrap her in a hug. “I don’t have a game until Tuesday night.”
