Page 57 of Playing the Player

Sasha stands, wrapping the sheets fully around her body now but they’re so thin I can see her rosy nipples peaking out. She’s seething and it takes everything in me to keep my gaze trained on her face and not to focus on her tits. “I thought someone else was in here.”

“That gives you no fucking right to barge into my bedroom like that!”

“I thought you were in here fucking someone else. What was I supposed to do?” I stalk towards her, my neck stiff from the tension and anger rising.

“Leave and talk to me about it later.” Is she serious right now?

“You’re my girlfriend, Sasha. I can’t just leave when I think you’re with someone else.”

“I’m not your girlfriend, Conor.” She fires back at me. “You have no reason to act like that.”

“Yes, I do.” I snap back. She’s so close to me now. I can smell the toothpaste on her breath. I can feel the heat rising off her body. I can see the heavy rise and fall of her chest underneath the thin sheets.

“And why is that?”

“Because you drive me fucking crazy!” The words escape before I can stop them. I soften my voice again, eyes pleading with her. “What happened last night didn’t feel fake.” Neither of us move. Neither of us look away. “You ran out on me.”

“I panicked.”

“I thought I ruined everything.”

“I was embarrassed.”

I let out a slow breath. “I thought you regretted kissing me.”

“I regretted losing my head. That’s different.”

The tension between us shifts. The anger is still there, but something else is creeping in around the edges. Something quieter. More dangerous.

I take one cautious step closer. “Sasha…” She doesn’t move away. She just looks up at me underneath those dark lashes.

Her heart beats so loud I can hear it. “Please don’t.”

“I can’t stop.”

“You should.”

“I’ve tried.” I take another step closer to her, so close that we’re almost touching. “Tell me to stop and I will.” I search her eyes. “Tell me this is all in my head.” She doesn’t. “I want you so fucking bad, Angel. All of you.”

For a minute, she doesn’t speak. She just stares at me with wide eyes, her chest rising and falling in a fast rhythm, matching my own. And then she speaks. “Then take me.”

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Sasha

Conor stares at me for a moment too long. I shouldn't have said anything. Why am I so stupid? He interrupted me mid orgasm and now my sexual frustration is coming out by asking him to take me. Who even says that? Jesus Chri-

My body is thrown back onto the bed, Conor’s giant frame towering over me. “Are you sure you want this?” He asks me, his voice is raw and raspy and full of so much need. “I need to know you’re not gonna run out on me again.”

There are a thousand voices in my head, screaming at me to stop this, but I can’t. My answer slips past my lips before I can fully think it through. “I promise, I won't run again.”

Conor and I are both attracted to each other, that much is very clear. We’re both lonely and horny and we’re already pretending to be together anyway so why shouldn’t this happen? It doesn’t have to mean anything more than what it is, both of us getting out all our sexual frustrations on each other. “This doesn’t change anything, right?”

“I know exactly what this is, Sash”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“I’m a grown man, I can handle myself.”