Page 30 of The Game

“Tell my sister I’m not full of shit.”

My face heats, and I freeze. “Uh…”

“Gunner, have you been holding out on me? When you left the house tonight, I got the distinct impression this was your first evening together.”

“It is.” He gives her a shit-ass grin.

“When have you had time to…” Even though she stands perfectly still, her eyes dart around the room, and then, she leans closer. “You had sex in the church?”

“No.” I cough and step backward. This is so embarrassing.

“Of course, not. I worked my magic in the car.”

“In the car? You drive a Shelby Mustang. How is that even possible?” Her forehead wrinkles as if she’s trying to work the geometry of us getting busy in the tiny backseat of his vehicle.

I slap my hands over Joselyn’s ears and glare at them. “Stop it.”

“What?” They both say unison.

“Oh, right, you don’t have siblings. It’s our quest to embarrass each other.” Gunner leans toward Veronica and whispers, “My fingers did the talking.”

“Shit.” I shudder and wish there was somewhere I could go to get away from this conversation, but I don’t know another soul in the building.

“I see. Impressive.” She presses her lips together and nods. “Good to see you haven’t lost your mojo during your self-imposed exile.”

“Not at all.” He grabs Joselyn from my arms and plops her on his sister’s hip. “But that’s nothing compared to what Dani did in the hotel gym.”

“For the love of God, shut up.” I clasp my hand over his mouth. My entire body heats until it feels like I’m suffering from a hot flash.

“Oh, do tell.” She kisses her daughter on the cheek and waits.

“She gives awesome hea – “ The rest of the word is lost as I clasp my hand tighter over his lips.

There’s only one way to shut him up. I drop my arm and smash my lips against his. His arms wrap around me, and he pulls me against his hard body.

Every nerve in my body is instantly on high alert. My nipples tighten and press against the demi cups of my silk bra.

When his fingers press into my back, I moan and lay my hands on his chest. His heart beats erratically under my fingertips.

“Well, shit. It looks like we’re dismissed, baby girl. We get the whole place to ourselves tonight. You want to jump on Uncle Gunner’s bed?”

“Yes,” she squeals.

Is this for real? Am I going to spend the night with him in a hotel suite? Holy guacamole. This is beyond crazy. When he picked me up tonight, I expected the evening to be strained. I would moon over him, and he would play the game until the ceremony was over, and then, he’d quickly deposit me back at home.

His mouth leaves mine, and he nuzzles my jawline until he reaches my ear. “I want to make love to you.”

I throw my arms around his neck and hold on. I’m about to pass out and faceplant on the marble floor. My fingers shake. “Don’t make me wait.” My voice sounds whiney and demanding. Shit. I was hoping for husky and sexy.

“Let’s go before someone else interrupts us.” Thankfully, he’s as turned on as I am and doesn’t care that I sound needy.

He pulls back and laces his fingers through mine. Holy cow. I’m about to have sex with the hottest man in the city. Me. Dani Vaughn. Ms. Masculine and Boring with Gunner fucking Sinclair.

Chapter Sixteen

Gunner

The second the door clicks, I close my eyes and inhale. I need one moment to get my bearings. I’ve had sex with several women in my life. However, with each passing year, my seriousness toward becoming a precision athlete grew stronger, and my interactions with the opposite sex went down exponentially. I’ve never been willing to risk my career for a woman.

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