Page 27 of The Game Plan

“I think you’re a closet sadist,” I say through gritted teeth, my hips jerking against his hand.

Though he’s shaking, sweat dotting his brow, his eyes smile at me. “Why?”

“You’re enjoying this. Driving me crazy—” A strangled moan tears out of me and his thick, long finger plunges in deep. “Oh,fuck.”

With an answering groan, he drags that finger out, pushes in again. I strain into his palm, my arms stretching overhead toclaw at the pillows.

“Ethan...” I want to fuck him. I need to. My teeth grind with impatience. He pushes another finger into me. So thick. Sogood.

“Cherry,” he whispers, licking my breast. “Give it to me, Cherry.”

My orgasm rides through me so hard, I come back to myself in stages—the warmth of his hard body, the sheets wrinkled beneathmy sweaty skin, my breath slowly leveling out.

Slightly dazed, I blink up at him. He looks slightly dazed as well, his eyes wide, his lips parted.

“You’re beautiful,” he says.

“So are you.” I mean it. I want to strip him bare, lick my way over every inch of his big body. But he’s moving away, pressinga soft kiss on my belly before standing.

He’s fully dressed, and here I am, shirt off, nipples wet and tight, my pants halfway down my ass. I’m not one to be shy aboutmy body, but I sit up and tug my shirt on.

Because he’s clearly not getting undressed, even though the bulge in his jeans is enough to stretch them tight.

“I’ll go toast the bagels,” he says. Right before he bolts.

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Dex

There’s a slight tremor in my hand as I saw the knife through a sesame bagel. I grip the handle tighter when, really, I wantto chuck it, bagel and all, across the kitchen.

Because I left Fi—gorgeous, delicious Fi—alone in the bedroom.

Jesus Christ, I’m an idiot. She’d been lying there, flushed and panting, the rosy tips of her nipples glistening from my mouth.And I left her like that.

The sweet sounds of her coming, those breathy whimpers, ring through my head. The bagel splits in two, and I set the knifedown, take a slow breath.

I made Fiona Mackenzie come. Hard.

She doesn’t know hers is the first pussy I’ve fingered. I had no idea she’d be so slick and warm, so tight. My teeth grindat the memory.

I want to fuck her so bad it hurts. My dick fuckingaches.And though I’m familiar with repressed need, this is a newlevel. I’m so jacked up now, my hips push against the edge of the counter like they have a mind of their own.

“Fuck.”

But that’s the problem, isn’t it? She was ready for me to fuck her, practically panting for it. And so was I. Only I can’tdo it. So, I left her like a coward.

I don’t expect Fi to come down. She’s probably pissed. Maybe even disgusted with me. And for good reason.

My eyes squeeze shut, and I draw another slow breath through my clenched teeth.

Such a fuckup.

“What kind of bagels did you get?”

I nearly jump out of my skin at the sound of her cheerful voice. She breezes into the kitchen, her hips swaying. She’s dressedin tight black jeans and a fitted gray sweater that reaches midthigh and looks soft, touchable.

It’s all I can do not to stare at her pink, kiss-swollen lips. I’ve completely lost my voice.