Page 41 of Biggest Player (Not Yours #2)

Margot

“You look so cute in those pajamas.”

“Do I?” Dex looks down his body at the bottoms that match my sleep shirt.

“It would have been even cuter if you had the top on. Then we’d actually be twinning.”

“Do you want me to put the top on?”

I shake my head, hand sliding over his bare chest. “No. Then I can’t feel you up.” I bite down on my bottom lip. “And now that we’re on the subject, you should probably not ever be allowed to wear a shirt.”

His body is too damn good.

Eye candy.

I could eat him up.

Cora would be pissing herself if she could see me now. Not that I want her to see my, uh, boyfriend’s naked chest, but you get the point I’m trying to make.

My finger runs over the hair on his chest, tracing a lazy, hypnotic path. Dex’s breath catches slightly, and he gives me one of those looks, a mix of amusement and affection.

He looks . . .

Smitten.

I find myself blushing.

“Glad you like the view.” His voice is low and playful.

“I’d say that’s an understatement.” Like? No. I love the view.

I don’t say the words out loud. You don’t throw the L word into a casual conversation even if it’s not a declaration. Feels too heavy and weighty, and it’s still early for that, even if I’m just speaking about his amazing bod.

Dex guides my hand along his chest in a slow, deliberate motion. “You’re making it hard to stay focused on anything.”

My voice is soft. “I think that’s the general idea.”

“What are you planning to do with me, exactly?”

I lean over, my lips brushing his ear as I whisper, “I’m planning to enjoy every second of tonight.”

And hey, if we bang a few times before I have to leave in the morning, great.

For once I’d like to be the woman walking sideways from having been fucked thoroughly. Is that too much to ask?

His grip tightens slightly on my hand, and he tilts his head, his lips brushing against my temple. “I think I’m okay with that plan.”

I pull back just enough to look into his eyes, my fingers still tracing patterns on his chest. So comfy and content.

“Careful where you’re putting your hands,” he warns me with a chuckle. “You don’t want to reactivate the launch sequence.”

“I don’t?”

He glances down his body at me, brows raised, and pushes the hair out of my eyes. “You know—you’re full of surprises. I didn’t think an elementary school teacher was as sassy and sexy as you. You couldn’t have paid me to believe it.”

“I don’t know if that was a compliment or not.” So I just nod. “Thanks.”

Dex’s grin widens, and he tucks a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. “Oh, it’s definitely a compliment. I’m just amazed by how you manage to balance that sweet, caring teacher vibe with ... well, this.”

This.

“Are you trying to tell me you can’t get enough of me?”

“Totally.”

He’s teasing, but he’s also serious—so I’ll take it.

I raise an eyebrow playfully. “It’s okay to be pleasantly surprised by how someone is in real life. Like ... I was with you. Clearly I thought you were a dick at first. There’s no bigger stereotype than that of a professional athlete.”

Facts.

He nods his agreement. “You’ve got this incredible way of being both charming and downright irresistible, which is so fucking ... sexy.”

“Ugh,” I sigh dramatically. “I could listen to you compliment me all day.” Keep them coming.

Dex’s smile softens as he looks into my eyes, the playful glint in his gaze suddenly turning serious. Dang. I haven’t seen this look on his face before. He’s usually so playful and un serious, if that’s a thing.

His fingers trace the edge of my jaw gently. He looks me in the eyes as his palm smooths along my skin.

“So. There’s something I need to say, something that’s been weighing on me, and that’s obviously the reason you’re here.

” He swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing. “I know I’ve been kind of selfish since day one, and I’ve taken advantage of how amazing you are—and how sweet—without considering your feelings, which is why I fucked up. ”

“By fucked up do you mean that thing with your agent?”

That thing = using me to make himself into a family man and not a manwhore to the public.

“I mean. Yeah.” He shakes his head, the weight of his apology clear in the tone of his voice. “I don’t know when I turned into the type of dude who disregards the feelings of others—probably college, when everyone kissed my ass. I could do no wrong—I was, like, the golden kid for four years.”

How nice for him.

He goes on. “It’s not an excuse. I just want to illustrate that ... I haven’t had anyone tell me I’m being an asshole, and at the same time I have a guy working for me that encourages it to a degree.”

“Lovely.”

Dex shakes his head, frustrated. “My parents are users, so I actually know what it’s like being in your position—not that I realized that’s what I was doing, in a roundabout way.”

“Your parents are users?”

He nods. “Yeah. As soon as I got famous, they were up my ass about money and paying off their house. I mean, plenty of guys can afford to do that, but usually they do it because their parents were the ones supporting their craft. Mine didn’t.

I rode my bike to practice and had a job to pay for camps.

Why the fuck would I pay off your house—or buy you a new one? ”

He sounds bitter, and I know he has a lot to unpack with this subject, perhaps on another evening.

Dex blows out a puff of air. “Anyway. You’re so fucking amazing. I knew it from the beginning, and I was an idiot to let Trent think I was only dating you for clout. Because that is not why I’m dating you.”

I raise my brows as he rubs the fabric of my sleep shirt. “You kind of were. Isn’t that the reason you backtracked after putting me in the friend zone?”

I’m no lawyer, but I object to his argument.

His face is grim. “I think it was an excuse to take you out of the friend zone.”

“An excuse.” Okay, that makes a bit of sense. I can wrap my brain around it. “You didn’t want to admit to yourself that you were falling head over heels in like with a woman who has a kid?”

I’m teasing, but I hope he agrees with me.

“I thought if I could keep things casual between us, it would be easier for me to handle if things didn’t work out. But obviously Wyatt is cool as shit and you’re sexy as hell, and why the fuck would I want to date anyone else?”

In all his nonpoetic words lies the biggest flattery, and I blush. Dex is no wordsmith—they are not his forte, but they aren’t mine either. But if he’s saying what I think he’s saying, I’m ...

Happy.

“Do I make you happy?” His question invades my thoughts, and I gaze at him sharply. Is he a mind reader now?! Holy crap.

“I think so.”

“You’re not sure?”

My head lolls. “Listen, we had a rough week. You dragged my kid into our argument—slick moves, by the way—and I overheard your agent telling you to stick with this a month or so before pulling the plug.” I worry my bottom lip. “I guess the better question is do I think you can make me happy?”

He waits for my answer.

“Yeah. I do think you can make me happy.” Pause. “Do you think I can make you happy?”

“Margot, you already do.” He pulls me over to him and shifts me so I’m flat on my back, pillows beneath my head. Braces himself above me, bending to kiss my neck. Jaw. Corner of my mouth.

“I thought we were going to watch movies.”

“We will.” His fingers work the buttons on my sleep shirt, his nose trailing along my skin. “How is it possible that you smell like baby powder?”

I chuckle softly, my hands sliding over his broad shoulders as my body is bared to him, one button at a time. “Mom magic,” I whisper.

Dex kisses the valley between my breasts, moving down.

My breath catches as his lips explore my skin, his touch electrifying.

I let out a soft moan, arching my back slightly, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me ...

I like where this is heading ...

I feel so spoiled by him tonight and wonder if it will always be like this.

A girl can dream.

I moan to encourage him.

He pauses, looking up my body with a mischievous grin, fingers plucking open the last of my buttons. “You like that?”

“Yes.” I pause. “I do.”

I didn’t realize I loved having a man go down on me as much as I do. In the past I’ve always been so ... prudish about it. Dex, though? He can go down on me all day long. In the offseason, he can make it his second job.

Ha!

He continues his journey south, lips trailing lower, kissing the soft skin of my belly. Beneath my belly button. My pelvic bones.

Every touch sends a wave of pleasure through me, my body quivering with anticipation.

Keep going, my brain says.

Don’t stop . . .

I close my eyes, losing myself in the sensations. Our worries from the past week, the arguments, the doubts I might have had, all those fade—at least momentarily—replaced by the warmth of his big hands. I am putty in his damn hands.

Dammit! I’m one of those women now!

The kind who let sex addle their brain!

Who knew . . .

Dex’s hands slide beneath me, lifting my hips as he kisses along the elastic of my thong. It’s lacy and see-through and gone before I can say “Houdini.”

He glances up at me, seeking permission before he puts his mouth there.

I nod, my breath hitching in my throat.

How can my temperature be this hot when he hasn’t even put his tongue inside me yet?

Magic.

His mouth opens, pressing gently against my most sensitive spot, and I gasp , tensing. It already feels so amazing. Incredible. Climactic.

I grip the sheets tighter. My knuckles are surely some shade of white.

His touch is firm, his hands splayed on my inner thighs, keeping them open, thumbs brushing back and forth close to my folds. It only adds to the pleasure.

His tongue works, exploring. Teasing. Driving me wild with need. Driving me closer and closer to the brink I already know is coming because he’s given it to me this way before.

Flick.

Flick . . .

Every suck sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, building like a crescendo, lifting me higher and higher.

My back arches again.