Page 34 of The Game

“Dani?” I grab her shoulder and nudge her.

“Hmmm?” she mumbles and rubs her nose against my neck.

Shit. My cock jumps to attention.

“Did you say something?” Her voice is thick with sleep and desire. She wiggles the leg between my thighs and rocks against my erection.

Sex. The animal part of me can only think of one thing. Mating with my woman. I cup her hip and groan. Damn, I want her. How is that even possible? We’ve made it over halfway through a dozen condoms. I should be good for at least twenty-four hours.

“Good morning.” Her tongue flicks along the column of my throat, causing me to shudder. The heat from her breath sends a signal straight to my cock, and now he wants in on the action.

I love the feel of her mouth surrounding me. Almost as much as I enjoy tasting her and watching her body wither at my touch.

“Morning.” I lace my fingers through her hair and lead her mouth to mine. An overwhelming sense of contentment flows throughout my body starting at my lips and radiating to the tips of my fingers and toes. Is it possible to fall in love in one night?

When she leans back, I can barely make out the whites of her eyes as the light flowing between the curtains shows the first signs of daybreak.

“When do you have to go in?”

I swallow. Damn, it does only take one night. “I’m usually in by six o’clock to work out for an hour and, then, I watch film for another hour or two. We have a meeting with Coach in the early afternoon.”

“Okay.” She kisses my lips and then slides away.

I grab her hand and pull her back against me. “Where are you going?”

“You need to work out.”

I grin and waggle my eyebrows. “What’s one missed workout? I can get plenty of exercise here.”

“Good idea.” She smacks my ass. “Get your lazy bones out of be

d, and we’ll go work out in the fitness room. Your personal trainer is at your service.”

My eyes narrow even though she can’t see them. “I was talking about sex.”

Her fingers trail down my stomach, causing my skin to tighten. “If you’re really good, you can have sex after you work out.”

“Shit,” I growl and flop against the mattress. Maybe dating a person who understands my career is a bad idea.

“Don’t pout.” She pushes off and runs to the bathroom. “Give me five minutes to shower, and we’ll head down.”

“How about we shower together and save water, time, and – “

“Then you,” she says as she snaps on the light and waggles her eyebrows, “need to get in here and pleasure me with those delicious hands of yours.”

I jump up, grab a condom, and amble to the doorway. I try to act nonchalant, but it’s no use. It’s too late to hide from her what she does to me. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“I have to ask?” She grins saucily as she walks backward into the stark white bathroom.

“You don’t have to ask. Just give me one of those pouty, come fuck me looks, and I’ll be there with bells on.”

Her hand fists the base of my shaft as she continues to walk backward. “Where are your bells?”

“Did I say bells? I meant balls.” I leer at her as I twist the shower handle to hot.

We beam at each other like two loons as the water heats up. My stomach does a slow roll. Holy hell. I’m falling hard and fast.

As we step into the shower, water cascades down her breasts, over her belly, and trails to her curls. My mouth waters and I place the condom on the shelf where it won’t get wet. “I have to taste you.”

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