I’ve never been with a man who talked to me like this, or touched me like this. I had no idea how incredible a man could make me feel with a single finger.
Then he adds his thumb, using it to gently rub my clit as he fucks me with his finger. I ride his hand, crying out as I’m about to fall over the edge.
He moves his hand away, putting the crotch of the underwear back in place and kissing me softly.
“Are you fucking serious?” I practically wail. “I was half a second away from coming.”
He grins. “You’ll thank me later.”
“No, I don’t think I will.” I scowl at him as I push my dress back down. “Two can play at this game, asshole.”
“I hate you.”
I can still feel the almost orgasm. My body is sending out all the WTF tingles of confusion.
“I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”
I smirk at him. “Better wash that hand well; you’ve got a lot of hands to shake tonight.”
“It’s still nice and wet, maybe I’ll jerk off with it when you leave.”
My jaw drops. “You’re leaving first. Go wash your hands and get the fuck out of here.”
He kisses me again. “I’ll be waiting here for you later. And even though it feels like I’m ignoring you down there, you’re all I’m thinking about.”
His words are the hit of euphoria I need to get through the next few long, painful hours. I adjust my dress, check myself inthe mirror, and walk over to the door, looking at him over my shoulder.
“I know you’ll be thinking about me. You’ll have no choice.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Noel
It’sall I can do to keep my attention on Randy Seager, a retired player who recently built a home outside Cleveland. We were teammates for two seasons, and I haven’t seen him in a long time.
“It’s all different now,” he says. “They don’t let the boys fight anymore.”
“Right.”
He looks over his shoulder, following my gaze. Jules is laughing at something Isaac just said, and she brushes her fingers over his forearm. I want to throw my glass tumbler at his head.
“Is she with Isaac? She’s fine as hell.”
I keep my response noncommittal, even though I’m raging inside. “No. She’s our social media manager.”
He hums in amusement. “That was a smart hire.”
“She’s good at her job.” I’m beyond aggravated at her right now, but I won’t let him insinuate she was only hired for her looks.
Since she got back to the ballroom, she’s been smiling sweetly at every man she talks to, making it look like she’s fascinated by them. She’s doing it because she wants to make me crazy, and I guess I’m a simple man because it’s working.
Audra’s been at my house since I got back from our last road trip, and I’ve spent most of my personal time trying to convince her to leave Kyle. It shouldn’t be as hard as it is. I’ve told my girls, and shown them through my actions, that a man never puts his hands on a woman in anger. One time is the last time, even if it means I have to go incapacitate Kyle to keep him from doing it again.
When I lie in bed at night, my thoughts are always of Jules. I’ve never felt such an instinctive, animalistic pull toward a woman before. It’s never been a decision. I’m genuinely crazy about her.
I thought she’d want a man her own age, just like I assumed I’d one day want a woman my age who’d been through a divorce and had kids. But a woman my age would come with the same scars and reservations I have. Jules is all passion.
When she was in my arms earlier, she was all mine. Every fiber of her being belonged to me. I can make her come apart, and unlike many of my players, I’d never think of her as just another woman. Younger men don’t get that a woman like Jules is rare.
