Page 74 of The Game We Played

“I locked the door.”

She frowns. “I don’t want to have some quickie with you in the office.”

I palm her neck. “Don’t you worry, gorgeous. You’ll come hard.”

Her breath quickens. “Tanner. I can’t.”

“Are you challenging me to get you off? I do love a challenge.”

“I’m…”

Her protest cuts off when I kneel before her.

“What are you doing?” she hisses.

I smirk up at her. “Removing your clothes since you can’t follow orders.”

I snap her jeans open and lower the zipper, revealing a pair of pink, lace panties. I fiddle with the hem of her panties. “These are pretty, but they have to go.”

I grasp the waistband of her jeans and drag the material along with her panties down her legs. When I reach her ankles, she kicks off her flip-flops.

“Good girl.”

She snorts. “I’m not a good girl.”

I grin. My Alaia – and make no mistake about it, she is mine – enjoys arguing about every-damn-thing. Not to worry. She won’t be able to speak – let alone argue – in a few minutes.

I draw my hands along her silky smooth legs. I love her skin. It smells of peaches and feels softer than the expensive silk sheets on my bed at home.

When I reach her waist, I stand. I lift her up and place her on the desk.

She squeals. “Cold.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll warm you up.” I wink before molding my lips to hers. For all her protests, she doesn’t hesitate to open her mouth. My tongue swoops in.

She tastes of coffee, chocolate, and something unique to Alaia. It’s a taste I’m slowly becoming addicted to. A taste I planto enjoy for a long time. Longer than the end of this summer. Maybe forever.

Her hands grasp my shoulders to pull me closer. Until there’s no space between us. My hard length presses against her stomach, and she wraps her legs around my hips.

She begins to rub herself against me and I grunt before tearing my mouth away from hers. “No getting yourself off.”

She pouts. “You said you’d be quick.”

I said no such thing, but I’m not arguing with her. Not when I have her naked and spread out before me.

I unwind her legs from around my hips and drop to my knees.

“Knees on my shoulders.” She throws her legs around my shoulders and I smirk. “In a hurry?”

“You’ve made promises.”

“Don’t worry, gorgeous. I intend to keep them.”

I kiss her knee before nibbling my way along her inner thigh. When I reach her core, I stop to inhale a deep breath.

“You smell like heaven,” I murmur.

“I’m glad I—”