I retrieved my darts, and she stepped into place. Raising her first dart, she glanced over at me with a sly smile on her face. I felt my jaw go slack as she moved with certainty and ease, throwing the dart at the board. It landed in the best spot possible, earning her sixty points. Then she did it again. And again.
My girl was playing me.
“You just got a hundred eighty points,” I said in disbelief. That was the most points a player could get in a single turn.
“Beginner’s luck?” she offered with an innocent smile.
“You hustled me,” I accused. Sabrina dropped the innocent act and shrugged.
“You call it hustling, I call it winning.”
This woman amazed me. She was a constant surprise.
And she kicked my ass.
“Now, let’s talk about the money you still owe me,” she said afterward, running her palms up my chest as she pressed her body against mine. “You know, I’m willing to take a form of payment other than cash.”
I gave her a wolfish grin. “You want to get out of here?”
I was strongly reminded of the night we met as those words left my mouth.
“My place?”
That was surprising. Wealwayswent to my apartment. It was all a part of keeping things on the down-low.
“My parents aren’t going to be home today,” she explained. “They are at a wedding.”
“Let’s take your car.”
When we pulled up in front of the house that Sabrina called home, I tried not to show how impressed I was, worried it would just highlight the fact that I came from a different world.
Like it isn’t obvious.
To her credit, she didn’t try to hurry me inside or anything, like she was afraid the neighbors might talk. She just parked in the driveway and led me to the front door.
I glanced around, but nothing caught my attention as we went up the stairs to her bedroom. I was too eager to get her naked.
Her room was really a suite. We walked into a sitting room, then her bedroom. There were two doors in here that I assumed led to a closet and bathroom. What really captivated my attention was the queen-sized four-poster bed with the purple and silver comforter. The bed was made and for some reason that made me smile.
She probably started every day by making this bed. The rest of the room was tidy, no dirty clothes thrown anywhere or papers scattered across her desk.
None of this surprised me.
“Take a seat,” I said, gesturing to her bed.
Sabrina did as I said, her eyes widening when I dropped to my knees in front of her. I wanted to treat her like the queen she was, so that she’d have something to think about when she was here at night, all alone in bed. I wanted her to remember what we did together and get hot and bothered. I wanted to be in her mind when she was touching herself.
More than anything else, I wanted to devour her.
So I slid my hands up the outside of her thighs, under her skirt. When I reached her panties, she tilted her hips so that I could slide them down easily. Then her thighs fell open for me, an invitation.
I pushed up her skirt as she leaned back on her elbows, keeping her head up so she could watch me. Good. I wanted her to watch.
Lowering my head, I kissed a trail up her inner thigh, not stopping until I reached her center. She was hot and slick, and I lapped up her sweet honey in one long lick. Then I settled in and got serious about her pleasure. Latching on to her core, I sucked and penetrated, loving the sounds of utter pleasure that were coming out of her mouth. She threw one leg over my shoulder, the other bent onto the bed. The positioning allowed her to work herself against my chin and mouth.
When she orgasmed, my name left her lips three times in a desperate cry of raw ecstasy. It was the hottest thing I’d ever heard, and by the time her climax died down and I’d swallowed her up, my cock was throbbing. I needed to take her.
I stood, intending to unbuckle my pants, but there was a noise downstairs that made us both freeze. Was that the front door?
