Page 73 of Playing the Player

The second we step into the main arena, something catches my attention. “Oh what the fuck is that?”

Sasha spins, eyes bulging wide before she bursts into a fit of laughter. “Oh my God!” She cackles, “I need a picture of this.”

Olivia and Josh are making their way over to us. Well, Olivia is. Josh is being dragged by his girlfriend, his face a bright shade of red, looking like he wants to run out the door and never look back.

“What the hell are you supposed to be?” I ask him, trying and failing to keep the amusement off my face.

“I’m a nurse.” Olivia says proudly, doing a little twirl to show off her costume.

“Wow, I hadn’t noticed, Olliepop.”

“As observant as always.” Olivia deadpans, not showing an inch of emotion.

Sasha nudges my side, her wide smile directed at me. “Maybe you can borrow that for later, nurse Matthews.”

I huff a laugh as Olivia fake gags.

“Gross.” She mutters before shaking her head. “Josh is…” We all turn to look at him, waiting for his explanation. When he just shakes his head Olivia huffs. “Just say it.”

“I will say it once, but then I’m taking this stupid thing off.”

“Fine.”

“Remember the Russian satellite, Sputnik.” He mumbles in the most unenthusiastic way possible. We’re all still staring at him, but Olivia looks like she’s ready to burst from her excitement. “Well, I’m a potato, or a spud.” He gestures to the ugliest potato suit I have ever seen. Well, the only potato suit I have ever seen. “And these are my antenna." He points to the ridiculous looking silver bowl on top of his head that has two sticks coming out of the top. “So Sputnik becomes…” He pauses for effect, but Olivia beats him to it.

“Spudnik!” She exclaims, clapping her hands and doing some sort of wiggle dance from her happiness.

Sash and I stay silent and my brows furrow. “I don’t get it.” Sasha says, looking more confused than she did before the explanation of Josh’s costume. I’ll be honest, I don’t get it either.

“It’s a Friends thing.” Olivia tells us, before Josh storms off to take the costume off, the sounds of laughter follow after him. “Okay, maybe I feel a little bad for that.”

“Do you though?” Sash asks her with a grin.

“Nope.” We all burst into laughter, Sasha snorts, Olivia heaves, and I can’t fucking breathe. This is brilliant. To think I almost missed this. Josh will never live this down and I will happily remind him of it every chance that I get. “You guys look cute.” Olivia says once our laughter fades.

Sasha blushes as I pull her into my side, placing a kiss on her head.

Olivia’s face lights up with a devilish smirk. “Almost like a real couple.”

We stayed at the party for a few hours. Once most of the kids left and the noise had quietened, it was a lot more bearable and we ended up having the best time. I even got Sash to come into the bouncy house with me, but it took a lot of persuasion and the promise of a shoulder massage since I have the most ‘expert hands’ she’s ever had touch her. I don’t know if she just meant for massages but I will happily use that title in other areas too.

I flop down on the couch, leaving room for Sasha to come between my legs. She pulls her wig off, looking so ridiculous in the bald cap that I can’t help but laugh. “You’re so sexy like that.”

“Shut up.” She laughs, taking the cap off and throwing it in my face. Her long, brown hair falls around her shoulders before she takes her ‘emergency hair tie’ from around her wrist, pulling it into a messy bun. Settling between my legs, she leans back, leaving enough room between us that I can easily massage her.

Placing both of my hands on her tense shoulders, I start kneading. Sasha’s head instantly falls back from the pleasure, soft breaths slipping past her lips. Digging my thumbs into her tense muscles, I rub slow circles and can already feel her relaxing against me.

She moans softly when I touch a sensitive spot on her neck, the sound making all my blood run south. “Fuck, Conor.” She whimpers and I can see her eyes rolling in the reflection on the floor to ceiling windows.

Moving my hands further up her neck, I squeeze gently, earning me more of those sweet sounds. “Yes, right there.” This woman will be the death of me. If she doesn’t stop, I’m gonna end up taking her right here, right now. “Conor.” She moans and I growl into her ear, nibbling the sensitive skin beneath it. Sasha moves her body, her back rubbing against my hard cock.

Moving my hands lower, I move them down the front of her body until I reach her perfectly round breasts. She moans again, falling back onto me so that her back is pressed against my front. Tilting her head up to look at me, she brings her arms up, snaking them around my head and pulling me down onto her waiting lips.

This kiss is full of so much hunger and need, our tongues colliding, our teeth knocking, as if we’ve been starved for days.

Moving my hands down the smooth fabric covering her stomach, I undo the buttons of Sasha’s pants. She moans into my mouth as I push inside, my fingers instantly finding her clit, rubbing slow circles. Her head falls back against my shoulder as she whimpers from my touch, giving me perfect access to trail lazy kisses over her neck, collarbone, shoulder, anywhere I can touch. Her skin always tastes so good, sweet with a hint of salt. It’s just her. Perfect.

I dip one finger inside her as her lips find mine again. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.”