Page 53 of The Game We Played

She moans and I realize I’ve been rubbing circles into her wrist. Is she as turned on by me as I am by her? There’s one way to find out.

I draw my free hand along her bare leg. She shivers and goosebumps trail in my wake.

Hell yeah. She wants me.

I shove my food onto the floor before dragging her into my lap. She immediately straddles me. Her eyes flare when her core hits my hard cock.

I palm her cheek. “My cock has been hard and heavy since the moment you opened the bathroom door and I saw you in this sexy ass dress.”

Her breath quickens. “Really?”

I trace a finger down her neck, across her shoulder, and along her arm. I fucking love strapless dresses. All this soft, smooth, creamy skin on display.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

She rolls her eyes. “Stop, Charmer. I’m not.”

I nip her chin in punishment. “I decide who I think is the most beautiful woman in the world and you’re it, gorgeous.”

I punch my hips to press my cock into her core.

“O-o-okay,” she stutters.

“I want you. I want to touch every inch of your skin. Taste every inch of your skin. Sink deep inside of you.”

Her eyes darken. “W-w-what’s stopping you?”

“Do you want me?”

She doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

This isn’t part of our agreement. This relationship is supposed to be fake. Except nothing about this moment feels fake. Having Alaia in my arms and in my bed is the most real I’ve felt in a long time.

I don’t want to discuss our agreement. I don’t want to remind Alaia our relationship is fake. Our relationship stopped being fake a while ago, but she doesn’t realize it and I’m not reminding her.

“Are you sure?”

“As sure as a mermaid knows better than to fall for a pirate.”

I chuckle. “You’re funny, gorgeous.”

“I’m impatient, is what I am.” She grinds her core against my cock. I can feel her warmth through her panties. I damn near come in my pants.

“If you want to stop at any time, say the word.”

“Trust me. I won’t want to stop.”

“I do trust you.”

With a start, I realize I’m not lying. I trust Alaia. I usually struggle to trust anyone. When you grow up with parents whotry to get you removed from the high school football team behind your back, trust is hard.

But Alaia’s not just anyone. She’s proven she has my back. She’s stood by me and helped me when she didn’t need to. She could have laughed at me when I proposed our arrangement. But she didn’t.

She wiggles in my lap. “What are you waiting for? A personal invitation to ravish me? Tanner Long, will you please ravish me?”

My cock nearly explodes. I inhale a deep breath to calm myself down.

“Push your dress down,” I growl. “Show me those titties I’ve been fantasizing about for months.”