Page 54 of Playing a Player (Sweet Cravings 1)

"Can you tell it's me?"

"Um...of course you can. And even if someone couldn't, your name is right there for everyone to see. Keira, this is so awesome. Congratulations!"

"Did you just see it because you read everything I write?" I asked hopefully.

There was an awkward pause on the phone.

"I love you Keira, but no, I don't read everything you write. I was just flipping through the paper and saw your picture."

"Shit."

"Are you okay?"

"Do you think he's going to see it?"

There was another awkward pause.

"Emily! I'm so screwed. Rory's going to see it and freak out. He's going to hate me! And I already promised Judy that I'd follow through with the articles. What am I going to do?"

"Calm down. No one reads the paper anymore."

"But even if he doesn't, Jackson or Connor might. He's going to find out." I grabbed the rest of the copies of The Post from the newsstand and put them down on the counter. I put my hand over the receiver and said, "Can I buy the rest of these?" to the man at the counter.

"Are you buying all the papers right now?" Emily started laughing.

"You're not helping." I hung up the phone, handed the man some cash, and picked up the rest of the papers. As soon as I got to a trash can I dumped all the papers into it and started running back to my apartment.

I bolted up the steps and stopped outside my door. Please don't be up. I unlocked the door and sighed. I had thought of an awful, terrible plan in my head on the run back to my apartment. There was no way it would actually work, but I was out of ideas. There was no going back on what had already been released in the paper. Rory would find out and hate me. But I at least needed to keep my job. So I just needed to get the rest of my information for my article as quickly as possible. No matter what. I had told myself that I could use this idea in case of an emergency. This qualified.

There was movement in Rory's bedroom. I grabbed a banana and sat down at the kitchen counter. A second later Rory came out. He looked surprised to see me. Or does he look relieved?

"Hey," he said and smiled at me. He was only wearing boxers.

"Good morning," I said and slowly peeled the banana. I can't believe I'm about to do this.

Rory ran his hand through his hair and walked over to me. "Did you have fun last night?" he asked.

"Eh." I shrugged my shoulders. "I actually couldn't stop thinking about my date from earlier. But now I'm incredibly nervous because we have another date tonight. And I'm worried we're going to get to second base. I want him to think I'm good at giving head."

Rory lowered his eyebrows slightly.

"Did you think I was good at giving head?" I asked as I finished peeling the banana and put my mouth around the top of it. Oh God, I'm such a slut.

His Adam's apple rose and then fell. "You were good," he said and sat down next to me.

"Really? Well, what did you like best? Is it better for me to go slowly..." I took my time sliding the banana all the way into my mouth. Why the hell am I deep-throating a banana right now? But it seemed to be working. His eyes were locked on me.

I pulled the banana out of my mouth. "Or maybe, licking the side?" I let my tongue slide up the banana as I looked down at Rory's growing erection.

He moved his hand over his boxers. "Both." His voice sounded tight.

"Oh my God, this banana is so good," I said slowly and batted my eyelashes at him. "Now I really want the real thing." I put my lips around the banana again and took a bite off. "Swallowing is the best part."

Rory's eyebrows lowered even more.

"Actually," I said and touched his knee. "It would really help me out if you'd let me practice on you." I dropped to my knees and let my fingers slide down his happy trail.

He stood up and the stool made a terrible squeaking noise on the floor. His eyes stayed locked on me. He wanted my lips around his cock again. And there was nothing I wanted more. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulled down until his erection sprung free.

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