Page 48 of The Player's Club

“I’m glad it was to your liking. There’s a lot more where that came from. But I think you deserve your rest tonight.”

He eventually got up, cleaned us both up, and then tucked us into bed. I’d be going to sleep having been fucked better than I’d ever had in my life. Before he even turned off the lamp, I was out like a light.

Despite my pleading, Mac couldn’t stay the night with me in my hotel room. Although we’d both fallen asleep for a bit, I was woken up a few hours later to the sound of movement around the room.

“I have curfew,” he said, rolling his eyes as he pulled his pants on.

I propped myself up on the bed to watch him. I loved watching him pad around the room as he gathered his clothes, his muscles bunching and contracting with every movement.It was truly a feast for the eyes.

Mac had a lean but muscular build with a smattering of chest hair, along with a few tattoos on his biceps. His hair had grown out in the past few weeks, which made him look even more delicious than usual.There wasn’t a moment when I didn’t want to run my fingers through it.

He caught me staring and shot me a grin. “Like what you see?”

“Sure do. How about you do a spin for me?”

He laughed but complied. “You good now?”

He was wickedly adorable. I made sure to slap his ass as he passed by. “Now I’m good.”

That slap resulted in him pouncing on me and giving me a few firm smacks of my own. He growled in my ear that I’d better watch myself; otherwise, I’d face a much worse punishment one day.

I shivered in anticipation. “Even worse than a good firm spanking while tied up?” I asked.

“Oh, sweetheart, much, much worse.” He kissed me hard. “I took it easy on you last night. The fun’s just getting started, you know.”

My brain struggled to compute how that was going easy. “I think you might end up killing me.”

“Only in the best possible way.” Mac gave me one last smacking kiss before sighing and putting on his shoes. “I have to get back.”

Truly bummed that he had to leave, I sighed. “Fine, fine. Have your wicked way with me and then abandon me.”

He got to the door and looked back with his hand on the handle.

“Thank you, Elodie.”

“For . . .”

“Everything. Signing the contract, coming, dealing with my parents, being a good girl for me last night.”

I smiled. “I had fun.”

“Me too, sweetheart.”

“Text me, okay?”

“Of course.” He winked, and then he was gone.

MAC

I was working out in the Blades gym when Brady arrived. We started doing reps together before getting on to the treadmills to finish things off. Bastard was in better shape than I was, and I actually found it quite motivating. That was part of the reason I always scheduled my workouts with him.

“So how’s Elodie?” Brady asked.

His tone told me that he wanted to pry for more information. “She’s good.”

“Don’t give me that look, dude. I have eyeballs.”

“What’s your point?”