Sutton:
I sure hope so.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
ATLAS
I strodeinto the bedroom behind Sutton, her ass swaying the entire way. Taunting me, just like she’d been doing all night. Just like she’d been doing since the day she walked into my life.
“So, you decided to be a brat tonight. Is that right?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she said, tossing me a smile as she sat on the edge of the bed. “I went to the homecoming game, kissed my boyfriend in front of the entire stadium, and cheered for the home team.”
“Uh-huh. And then you sent that boyfriend a text that made him think about your pretty cunt stuffed with a toy while he stood out there in front of half the town.”
She braced her hands behind her and tipped her head to the side as she stared at me. “Should I not have done that?”
“I could’ve gone the rest of my life without my assistant coach seeing the outline of my cock in my pants, but you made that impossible.”
“Sorry?”
“Was that a question?”
“Kind of. Because I’m not actually sorry, but I feel like youreallywant me to be.”
“What I want you to be is begging. And you’re going to be by the end of the night. Go get your toy.”
She raised a brow at me. “If you want to play so bad, you go get the toy.”
This fucking woman was going to make me lose my goddamn mind.
I strode to my closet and pulled out several ties before tossing them on the bed. “Chapter forty-seven in the book you read last week. Green or red?”
She darted her gaze down to the pile of ties before lifting her eyes to meet mine, and there was no denying the interest in their depths. “Green.”
“I was hoping you were going to say that.”
I reached behind my head and grabbed the neck of my half-zip before tugging it off and tossing it aside. I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy how her gaze raked across me, the hunger unmistakable in her eyes.
My body had always been built for function. I’d worked hard for it, crafted it into a finely tuned machine in order to perform my job better. But even earning a multimillion-dollar paycheck had nothing on the feeling in my chest when Sutton looked at me like I was the best thing she’d ever seen. It made every ounce of hard work worth it a thousand times over.
“You’ve got two choices tonight, trouble.” I braced my hands on either side of her hips and leaned forward until our noses were nearly touching. “You can be a good girl for me and be undressed with your arms above your head by the time I get back in here.”
“And if I don’t want to be a good girl tonight?”
I caught her bottom lip with my teeth, tugging until she let out a soft whimper. “If you’re not undressed, I’ll take that to mean you want to continue being a little brat. In which case, I’m going to use every single toy in your arsenal until your entirebody feels like a live wire and you can’t take any more. I won’t stop until you’re fucking begging for it.”
She hummed, her eyes dancing with mischief. “That’s quite a decision I need to make.”
“What’s it going to be?”
She lifted a single shoulder in a shrug. “Go get my toys, and you’ll find out.”
Except I didn’t have to find out. I already knew what she was going to choose. I could tell by the spark of challenge in her eyes. But I couldn’t say that I would mind. Not when she was wearing a jersey withmyname on it. It wouldn’t exactly be a hardship to fuck her in it.
I strode into the guest bedroom, headed for the nightstand, and pulled the top drawer out completely. She didn’t have a ton of battery-operated friends—a small bullet vibrator, a clit suction toy, a combination G-spot/clit stimulator, and a vibe meant for double penetration.
When I made my way back into the bedroom, I found her exactly how I expected. Sitting in the same place, her hands braced behind her on the bed, a smirk shot in my direction. The little shit hadn’t even taken off her socks.
