Page 1 of The Illicit Play

CHAPTER 1

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The sun is warm on my face as I lean my head back and soak in the rays. The worst of the winter is over, and spring is teasing us with the odd day like this. I can’t get enough of it. I’m a summer girl and cannot wait to hit the lake in July. I’m gonna jet-ski and sunbathe on the pontoon like I do every year. It’s going to be epic.

Is it?

My stomach twists and I snap my eyes open, irritation sizzling through me.

Itisgoing to be epic.

But not like old times.

Not after what went down in Chicago.

You can’t hide the truth forever.

Gritting my teeth, I glare at the sidewalk, leaning back against Wily’s truck and not wanting to think about it. No one needs to know for now, and they might not even have to know this summer. I don’t have to face shit until the new school year, and that’s months away.

Crossing my arms, I dig my fingers into my leatherjacket and force myself to think of something else. Anything but school.

Thoughts of Grady Newman immediately flicker through my mind. My lips twitch. I can’t help it. They do that every time the hot running back jumps into my brain. And it’s been doing that alotsince the bathroom incident.

I knew moving into Football Frat to help my brother after his knee surgery might mean I’d bump into half-naked football players. I was so okay with that.

But I never counted on the hottest human body to ever exist walking in on me shaving my legs. He was shirtless, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his dark skin, and holy sex bomb, he was fiiiiiinnnneee!

His ripped torso was droolworthy, and it took everything in me not to stand there gaping at him, drinking in every valley and curve of his naked torso. When my eyes trailed down to that defined V disappearing into the towel wrapped around his waist, my lady-parts started dancing.

I was desperate to know if he was naked under there, because if his goodies looked as divine as the rest of him, I was in for a treat.

It took maximum effort to hide my attraction to the delicious hottie.

But I had no willpower when it came to him checking me out.

I was totally naked, my foot perched on the edge of the bathtub while I shaved my legs. I really should have scrambled for a towel to cover myself, but he’d stunned me stupid with his beautiful body, and then he was the one gaping at me.

I’m pretty sure, in most normal circumstances, he would have spun back out the door, mumbling apologies, but he just stood there, wide-eyed and drinking me in.

I could tell he thought I was something pretty, because his eyes trailed down my body, and his desire was so potent my skin started to tingle… in all the right ways.

So I let him look.

I even turned to give him better access so he could check me out.

A smirk tugs on my lips as I recall asking him if he was enjoying the view.

The look on his face. I couldn’t resist teasing him just a little more.

“I’ve shown you mine. Maybe you can show me yours.”

That got him moving. He bolted out of the bathroom mere seconds later, and I was left standing there with a weeping pussy as I tried and failed not to imagine what it would have been like if he’d dropped that towel and taken me against the bathroom wall.

Sweet mercy, that would have been the hottest moment of my life.

I can’t stop thinking about it.

About him.