thong. And if she wore it for him, he’d roll her on her stomach, kiss his way down her back, touching his tongue to all the exposed pieces of flesh between the leather lacings. When he reached her ass, he’d graze his teeth over the firm flesh of each cheek before sliding his hand underneath her to cup her mound, rocking his palm against her so her swollen clit rubbed against the leather there.
His fantasy was interrupted by another message coming through.
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.
He moaned. You’re making me uncomfortable, all right, but not in the way you mean. Don’t apologize. That’s what they make cold showers for.
He hit Send and he closed his eyes. What would she do if he went over to her office? He’d indulged in that particular fantasy more than once while staying at this hotel. Hell, truth was, he could have stayed anywhere. In some ways, it would have been better to stay at a hotel that wasn’t hosting the tournament, but he always stayed here. He’d never let himself over think it. He just did it. Because being near Riley felt good. Because flirting with her was fun.
His phone beeped.
Good. I mean, I’m kind of uncomfortable in that way too.
Groaning, he adjusted his dick. Maybe he’d always stayed here because he believed something like this could happen. He would go into her office without warning, lock the door behind him, and push her up against the wall...
Hell, he couldn’t fuck her in her office when she had a boyfriend anymore than he could go all-in holding an unsuited seven and two. But he could text with the best of them.
You know what would look good with that get-up? he typed.
Her response came back quickly. Tell me.
Leather handcuffs.
If that didn’t scare her off, then, well maybe he would go up there.
You’re into that?
He raised a brow. Really, as depraved as she seemed to think he was, the question took him by surprise. I can be into a lot of things if the mood is right and both parties are willing.
You’ll have to show me sometime.
That had him shooting up in bed. Holy shit.
What exactly had happened on that date of hers last night? Had she finally seen her boyfriend for the tool he was? Would that be enough to have good girl Riley honest to God suggesting he tie her up sometime?
He frowned...or maybe someone else had her phone. He scowled at his display. Hadn’t she said she’d lost her cell? Had she ever found it? Had Lacey found it?
If Lacey was fucking with him, he was going to kill her.
He climbed out of bed and tugged on his jeans, exercising great caution as he zipped them. He’d go to Riley’s office, find out she’d lost her phone or forgotten it somewhere, and stop looking like a complete fool to whoever was on the other end of this conversation.
He grabbed the first t-shirt he saw in his suitcase. He pulled it over his head as he strode out of his suite. He was at the elevator when his phone beeped.
I’m kidding, of course.
That confused him even more. If Lacey was screwing with him, why would she pull back like that? If it was Lacey, she was trying really damn hard to be convincing.
Grand Escape was set up with two towers. The casino sprawled across the first floor, and there was a tower for the guest rooms and a tower for Carter Hotels and Entertainment executive offices. He had to go down to the first floor to get to the business offices, and by the time he was on the second elevator his phone was beeping again.
Okay, I feel really stupid now.
Damn. He let out a breath. But what if it was her? If Riley was coming out of her shell, he didn’t want to throw up walls. He wanted to throw down the red carpet.
The elevator opened to her floor and he typed a message as he walked toward her office.
Don’t. He sent the single word reply.
There.
He didn’t knock on her door when he reached her office. Instead, he barged in and was greeted with the image of her sitting behind her desk. Her hair was pinned
His fantasy was interrupted by another message coming through.
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.
He moaned. You’re making me uncomfortable, all right, but not in the way you mean. Don’t apologize. That’s what they make cold showers for.
He hit Send and he closed his eyes. What would she do if he went over to her office? He’d indulged in that particular fantasy more than once while staying at this hotel. Hell, truth was, he could have stayed anywhere. In some ways, it would have been better to stay at a hotel that wasn’t hosting the tournament, but he always stayed here. He’d never let himself over think it. He just did it. Because being near Riley felt good. Because flirting with her was fun.
His phone beeped.
Good. I mean, I’m kind of uncomfortable in that way too.
Groaning, he adjusted his dick. Maybe he’d always stayed here because he believed something like this could happen. He would go into her office without warning, lock the door behind him, and push her up against the wall...
Hell, he couldn’t fuck her in her office when she had a boyfriend anymore than he could go all-in holding an unsuited seven and two. But he could text with the best of them.
You know what would look good with that get-up? he typed.
Her response came back quickly. Tell me.
Leather handcuffs.
If that didn’t scare her off, then, well maybe he would go up there.
You’re into that?
He raised a brow. Really, as depraved as she seemed to think he was, the question took him by surprise. I can be into a lot of things if the mood is right and both parties are willing.
You’ll have to show me sometime.
That had him shooting up in bed. Holy shit.
What exactly had happened on that date of hers last night? Had she finally seen her boyfriend for the tool he was? Would that be enough to have good girl Riley honest to God suggesting he tie her up sometime?
He frowned...or maybe someone else had her phone. He scowled at his display. Hadn’t she said she’d lost her cell? Had she ever found it? Had Lacey found it?
If Lacey was fucking with him, he was going to kill her.
He climbed out of bed and tugged on his jeans, exercising great caution as he zipped them. He’d go to Riley’s office, find out she’d lost her phone or forgotten it somewhere, and stop looking like a complete fool to whoever was on the other end of this conversation.
He grabbed the first t-shirt he saw in his suitcase. He pulled it over his head as he strode out of his suite. He was at the elevator when his phone beeped.
I’m kidding, of course.
That confused him even more. If Lacey was screwing with him, why would she pull back like that? If it was Lacey, she was trying really damn hard to be convincing.
Grand Escape was set up with two towers. The casino sprawled across the first floor, and there was a tower for the guest rooms and a tower for Carter Hotels and Entertainment executive offices. He had to go down to the first floor to get to the business offices, and by the time he was on the second elevator his phone was beeping again.
Okay, I feel really stupid now.
Damn. He let out a breath. But what if it was her? If Riley was coming out of her shell, he didn’t want to throw up walls. He wanted to throw down the red carpet.
The elevator opened to her floor and he typed a message as he walked toward her office.
Don’t. He sent the single word reply.
There.
He didn’t knock on her door when he reached her office. Instead, he barged in and was greeted with the image of her sitting behind her desk. Her hair was pinned
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