Page 46 of Her Player

And relax, I did.

He moved from one foot to the other, and by the time he was done with the foot massage, I couldn’t move, even if I wanted to. I didn’t want to put those heels back on. I cursed myself for not sticking a pair of sandals in my purse. I sat there, my head back against the mirror, my body as relaxed as it would get for being in a sweaty gym.

I felt Rhett’s hands sliding up my leg.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice dropping low.

“Lay back,” he murmured as I felt his fingers hook into my thigh highs. “Just lay back for me.”

I felt him inching the pantyhose down my leg. “Rhett, we can’t.”

And yet, all he did was move to my other leg, his hand creeping up my pencil skirt until he slid that thigh high pantyhose off as well.

“Rhett,” I whispered.

I felt the warmth of his lips against the crook of my knee as he picked my leg up, slipping it over his shoulder. I sighed as he kissed up the length of my leg. As he scooted along the floor until his teeth nibbled delectably at the dollop of softness along my upper thighs that I’d never be able to get rid of.

“Mm, mm, mm,” he muttered as he lapped the teeth marks he left behind, “delicious.”

“Rhett,” I said.

“Tell me to stop,” he grumbled as head slipped beneath my pencil skirt. “Please. Tell me to stop. Tell me I don’t have a chance so I can focus on this fucking game coming up.”

I whimpered as he mouthed over my cotton panties.

“Please, Miss C,” he begged, sounding desperate. “Tell me to go away. Tell me to fuck off. Tell me something. Anything.”

He picked his head up and I felt him studying me. I opened my eyes and gazed down at him.

“Take off those fucking leggings, Rhett.”

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RHETT

Something inside of me snapped. Before I knew it, I had Victoria hauled up from that bench with her hands braced flat against the weight bar and her ass tilted back toward me like she’d been waiting on me to catch up.

I caged her against the bar with my body. Didn’t move. Didn’t touch her where she wanted to be touched.

“Three words, Miss C.”

Her body went still.

“Three words and I walk out that door. Same deal as always.”

I waited. I watched her in the mirror. Her face flushed, her glasses crooked, her hair already coming loose from the clip. Her gray eyes finding mine in the glass and holding there. She didn’t say the three words. She wasn’t going to. But I needed her to know that the door was still open.

Her hips pressed back against me.

That was the answer.

I eyeballed the mirror.

I wanted to see myself fucking her.

Just so I knew it was real.

“Come here,” I growled as I shoved her over that bar.