Page 32 of The Player's Club
“Mine or yours?”
“Yours.” I smiled. “Have you ever had your toes sucked? Or given a foot job?”
“Do you want me to give you a foot job?” she asked, confused.
I laughed. “That’s not my bag, but how about we put that one under maybe.”
“Mmm.”
By the time we’d gone through every possible sexual scenario, I was so wound up that I had to start pacing to keep myself from pouncing on Elodie. I had a feeling she’d be receptive, but I’d promised her that I hadn’t brought her here to have sex.
It didn’t help that the wine had relaxed her. She’d taken her hair down from its ponytail, the dark tendrils framing her heart-shaped face. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she kept re-crossing her legs as if tempting me to push them wide and discover all her secrets.
“So I guess this whole thing is separate from the contract I signed with The Scarlet Rope?” Elodie asked.
Her question broke through my hazy brain. “Yeah, this is just between you and me. But like the club, I’d ask you to sign an NDA as well.”
Now Elodie looked annoyed. “Good lord, how many NDAs am I going to sign? Can I talk about”—she gestured vaguely—“stuff we do but just not mention you by name?”
“That’s fine, as long as you keep out identifying details.” I sat down again next to her. “I know it seems like a lot, but believe me, it’s all for a good reason. It’s to protect us both. And especially since I’m a public figure, you don’t want to get mixed up in something that could affect your job or reputation.”
“Oh, I get the logic behind it. But it also makes it seem so . . .”
“What?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Businesslike. Dry. Boring. Like you’re inspecting a house or something.”
I laughed. I turned her face toward me. “I can assure you, sweetheart, you won’t be bored. And neither will I.”
Her eyes widened, and it was at that moment that my self-control snapped. Not completely, but it wasn’t made of steel either.
“Can I kiss you?” I asked in a low voice.
Her lashes fluttered, her voice trembling a bit. “Um . . .”
“Just a kiss. I promise.” My hands practically shook with need as I stroked her cheek. “But I don’t think I can wait any longer.”
When she breathed, “Me neither,” I nearly shouted in triumph.
I pulled her into my arms. I was probably not as gentle as I could’ve been, but when Elodie let out an excited gasp, I didn’t let myself feel bad about it.
I kissed her hard, tangling my fingers into her hair. My other arm wrapped around her waist, making sure to keep that hand on her back.
She tasted like the wine she’d been drinking but sweeter. So fucking sweet. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and she let out a little moan. I gripped her harder. She kissed me back, our lips and tongues tangling, the kiss getting so intense that my cock was rock hard in moments. It had been ages since my body had reacted this way to someone.
Christ, she’s going to make me come in my fucking jeans, I thought, both amazed and dismayed.That hadn’t happened to me in more than a decade, and I’d hoped to die before it ever happened again.
I deepened the kiss. I bent her over my arm, showing her how I’d bend her over any piece of furniture I wanted. Every part of her body, I would claim. I couldn’t fucking wait.
I trailed my hand under her shirt, her skin warm and soft. This small sampling of her taste was enough to make me crazy. I didn’t know when and didn’t know how, but I felt like this woman would be the end of me.
Finally, Elodie broke the kiss, gasping. “Mac,” she said, breathing hard.
I’d pulled her into my lap. I wanted her to feel exactly how hard she’d made me. “And that was just a fucking kiss,” I said, groaning.
She let out a little laugh. “Wow.”
“I have a guest room.” The words came out before I could think them over. “You can stay the night.”