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To the left of the kitchen down a short hall is a game room with a billiard table and a large, screened-in patio complete with firepit, lap pool, and as promised, a hot tub to relax in.
“Look at you with a pool table,” Stevie teases.
I can’t help but be a little smug. “I’m not feeling an ounce of guilt for not letting you know I was good when we made our bet.”
I take her upstairs, giving her a peek inside the three guest rooms and the bonus room I turned into an office.
“An office?” Stevie asks. “I hope this isn’t an insult, but you don’t seem like the office type.”
Laughing, I shake my head. “It’s for my Aunt Rory so she has a place to write.”
I’d told Stevie all about Rory, so she knows she’s an author—quite successful—who writes mysteries. She lives in Columbus, where my family is from, and visits a lot since it’s only a few hours away. I’m assuming I’ll introduce her to Stevie sooner rather than later. I know she’s going to love her and she’ll be vocal about it. She likes to stick her nose in my love life, and like my teammates, she wasn’t shy about sharing her opinion of Tracy.
I lead Stevie down the hall from Rory’s office to the master suite. It’s got way more room than I’d ever need, including a bathroom and walk-in closet that’s almost bigger than the bedroom itself.
My mom and Rory helped decorate my entire house, but this bedroom is all me. The furniture is super modern—all ebony stained with silver hardware—and the décor is minimalist and includes a single piece of art above the cream leather headboard. My mom and Rory hate it, saying it’s cold, but I find it calming.
I joke, but not really, “This will be the room where I’ll fuck you after dinner.”
Stevie chokes as she pokes her head into the bathroom, turning back to look at me.
I lean against the doorjamb, hands in my pockets, and shrug. “What? You know it’s true.”
If I thought I’d enjoy a blush or maybe stammering from her, I’m denied as her smile curves upward, and she saunters to my bed. Placing two hands down on the mattress, she gives a few pushes on it. “Why wait until after dinner?”
That’s all the invitation I need.
I’m across the room and have her locked into a deep kiss, my hands sliding under her sweater and lifting it up. Stevie huffs her exasperation as we have to separate to get it off.
When I toss it to the ground, my eyes land on the nine-ball necklace I gave her. She’d thanked me via text right after she received it with the flowers, and again with a sweet hug when I picked her up a bit ago.
But seeing it against her bare skin gets to me. I reach a finger out, touching it. “I need to get you a hockey puck to go with that.”
Her hand covers mine. “That would complete the story. But how about we finish getting naked?”
There’s a lot of hurried whispers and frantic hands, but eventually, the clothes are gone and I give her a little push back.
And damn… Stevie naked and spread out before me on my bed is just…
I stare at her as she goes to her elbows, not a hint of shyness. I take in the tattoos painted into her pale skin, her pierced nipples, and how at odds it seems with her lack of makeup today. She didn’t say why, but gone is the dramatic eye makeup, and the only thing I can think is this is the first time during the day we’ve hung out. Maybe she only wears the makeup when she works at night or goes out on evening dates.
Regardless, she doesn’t need the makeup at all. Her dark hair and storm-cloud eyes are all she needs to complete the beauty of her face.
Her irises now seem darker, more turbulent as desire swims within. She pulls her lower lip in between her teeth and runs her gaze over my body, giving just as much frank perusal.
Her eyes land on my cock, already hard and ready to sink into her. “You going to do something with that?”
I snort and move her way, putting a knee on the mattress between her legs. “Eventually. Got something else in mind, though.”
“What’s that?” she asks curiously.
I don’t answer with words, instead pulling a condom out of my bedside table drawer and rolling it on.
Pushing her legs apart, I slide my palms up the insides of her silky thighs. Stevie falls back to the bed with a soft moan because she knows my intentions. I told her last time we were together I couldn’t wait to get my mouth between her legs.
Bending over her, I run my lips across her belly, turn my stubbled cheek to drag over her mound, and with only a slight readjustment of my body, I press my mouth hard against her pussy.
