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We played pool while flirting and teasing each other. I smiled at Donovan while watching him bend over the table to line up a shot. It felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders now that I had told him about my parents. It wasn’t that I was trying to hide it from him. It’s just that people always reacted soawkwardlywhen they found out. They looked at me with pity, like I was a poor orphan girl who was suddenly all alone.
But Donovan had reacted perfectly. He hugged me, told me he was sorry, and then helped take my mind off things with food and drinks and pool. He didn’t treat me differently now that he knew.
That meant more to me than all the pasta he’d been sharing. It made me feel like things werenormal.
“You’re holding the pool cue wrong,” he said casually. “Want me to show you how it’s done?”
I leaned on my cue and said, “Not sure I want to take pointers from the guy who couldn’t make a solid break.”
“I’m rusty, but I know how to play.” He held his cue stick out and motioned. “Curl your index finger over the tip. You’ve been gripping it like you’re giving it a hand-job.”
The strong liquor was going to my head, which made the sexual metaphor soundextradirty. Especially the way he said it while motioning on the stick and narrowing his eyes suggestively. I tried to think of a good retort, something funnyanddirty, but nothing came to mind.
“Like this?” I followed his suggestion with just one finger.
“Almost. You still need to use the other fingers to stabilize it. Here.”
Donovan rested his stick against the wall and came up behind me. He wrapped his arms around me, pressing his strong body against mine and surrounding me with his warmth.
“Bring your other fingers up.” His breath was hot on my neck and unleashed a flurry of butterflies in my stomach. Aside from our hug, this was the closest we had been together.
“Like this?” I asked.
“Exactly,” he whispered. “Just like that. You’re a natural.”
Is this his way of getting even with me?I wondered. If so, it was working. The entire world had narrowed to Donovan’s ridiculously-hot body, a body which was currently pressed against mine like a sexy shadow.
The front of his jeans brushed against my ass. He pulled away slightly, but I could still feel his body heat just out of reach. The liquor in the Negroni was strong, and it made me want to have some fun. The kind of fun I was normally too chicken to try.
What are you good at, Feisty?he had asked.
I wanted to show him.
His hands were still on the pool cue to show me what to do. I bent over the table and stuck my ass back until it pressed against his crotch. If this were a poker game, then I had just called his betandraised him.
“How’s this?” I asked softly.
“That’s good,” he rumbled. “Really good.”
Somethingtwitchedagainst me. Something warm and hard and rapidly growing. Feeling bold, I pushed my ass harder against him until there was no denying it.
“Now what?” I asked.
He let out a strained sigh. “Pull the cue back smoothly. See how it feels in your fingers this way?”
“It feels good,” I breathed.
“Whenever you’re ready,” he said in a tight voice. “Give it a shot.”
I gave the cue a few slow, steady strokes. Like I was holdinghimin my fingers instead of the polished wood of the cue. The fabric of my dress was so thin I could feel his cock pressed firmly between my cheeks, grinding against me slowly. I got the sense he was holding himself back. Like he was on the edge of throwing aside all pretext and pulling my dress over my ass, ripping my panties aside, and burying himself into me from behind.
I want him to do it,I realized.If he made his move now I would surrender and never look back.
I pushed my ass into him a little more, then swung the pool stick. It hit the cue ball firmly, shooting it across the table at the seven ball, my target. The ball rolled toward the corner pocket, bounced against both rims, and then rolled away.
“So close,” Donovan sighed in my ear. Then he pulled away from me. “But your form was good.”
He retrieved his stick and rounded the table to set up his next shot. There was a noticeable bulge in his jeans which pulled my eyes like a magnet.
