Page 222 of The Bluffing Game

“Don’t tease me, Sage. Not now, not after I’ve waited so long.”

She grabs my hand and returns it to her stomach, then up across her breasts, her eyes never leaving mine.

“You haven’t waited that long.” She giggles, letting go of my hand. “So, tell me what you’re going to do now, big boy, or should I call you the big bad wolf?”

“I kind of like that. What would I call you though?”

I skim my fingers down the side of her arms toward the small of her back. Goose bumps cover her arms as I pull down one of her bra straps, lowering it enough so I can slip a finger into her bra and gently tease her nipple. I push her bra even farther down, exposing her entire breast, and then I lean down and take it into my mouth and suck on it gently. She cries out loud.

“I want to be inside of you so badly.”

“Maybe not here. Anyone could walk through the door. I don’t really want to have to answer any questions right now.”

“Come with me then.” I lead her toward her bedroom and close the door.

I unclasp her bra, and it drops to the ground. My fingers gently touch her nipples again, and she almost purrs. I grin as I lean down and take one breast into my mouth and nibble on her stiffened peak. She grabs on to my hair, moaning as I continue to tug gently. Her fingers dig deep into my skin as she brings her nails down my back. I push her back onto the bed and kiss the side of her face as I move my palms across her breasts and then slide them down between her legs.

“Shit, we should not be doing this.”

She’s nervous, but she doesn’t make me stop. Instead, she widens her legs as I lower myself next to her, and she squeals when she sees my cock pressed against the fabric of my pants. She runs her fingers down my stomach and into my pants and squeezes. I grunt with the torturous pain and pleasure that it brings.

“And to think, I had a date in just a couple of hours.” She looks like she’s in a daze. “And now we’re here together and⁠—”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t want this.”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t hope this would happen,” she challenges me.

“We both know,” I say with a growl, “it would have been tonight or tomorrow night. We both know this was inevitable.”

I reach down, grab the top of her shorts, and pull them down. Now she’s lying in front of me in a pair of pink panties, with a damp spot right in the middle.

“You’re so wet for me.”

She looks up at me, then toward my jeans. “And you’re so hard for me. I think it’s only right that those come off.”

“Have at it,” I say, and she laughs as she leans forward to get closer to me.

“You think I wouldn’t take them off?”

She unbuckles my belt, pulls it all the way through the loops, and lets it drop to the ground. Then she reaches over, pops the button on my jeans, and slides the zipper down. I shuffle the jeans off my legs and lie there in just a pair of white boxers. I stare over at her and then run my fingers gently across her stomach, circling her belly button.

She giggles. “That tickles.”

“I didn’t know you were ticklish,” I say.

“How would you?”

She looks into my eyes, reaches down, and circles my belly button, but I don’t do anything. She looks frustrated, and I shake my head.

“I’m not ticklish. Haven’t you heard big bad wolves aren’t that sensitive?”

“I bet you I can find an area that’s a little bit sensitive,” she says with a wink.

Her phone rings, and I’m annoyed when she reaches down to look at the screen.

“Unknown number.”

“Don’t answer it, Sage,” I growl as she holds up a finger.