Game for Seduction
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"Poor stupid bastard—trying to fight the obvious."
Melissa shook her head. "You don't understand. He's not interested." Alice snorted, and Melissa clarified: " Not in any kind of long-term way. Yet every time I tell myself to stay away from him, the next thing I know my legs are wrapped around his waist."
"No kidding. We were all getting a contact singe out there."
Melissa sat on the closed toilet seat and put her head in her hands. "I don't know what to do."
Alice reapplied her lipstick in the sink mirror. "Have you tried talking with him? You know, duct taping him to a chair on one side of the room so he can't jump you, and asking him some tough questions?"
Melissa raised her head. "No. I already put myself on the line once and got an emotional smackdown. I'm not interested in setting myself up for another big fall."
Her friend looked stern. "If it were me, I'd rather break my own heart than let some guy do it for me. Even if the guy is impossibly hot."
"It's just a fling," Melissa repeated. "No strings attached. When it's over, we'll both go our separate ways with no recriminations."
Alice gave her a look that said she was full of it. "You just keep trying to tell yourself that. Maybe one day you'll believe it."
A loud knock sounded on the door. "If you're not dead in there, could you open up before I pee on the floor?"
"You want me to deal with her?" Alice said in a scary voice.
"No. Let's get out of here. I've got an important photo op waiting."
Dominic kept a respectable, professional distance from her as the photographer took dozens of shots. But his eyes followed her around the aquarium the rest of the night as she networked with players, agents, sportswriters, and the coaching staff.
How could he make her so wet with nothing but a glance? He hadn't touched her, yet she was as hot for him as she'd ever been. Maybe even more so, given the hours of anticipation. When was he going to make his move? The waiting was killing her.
Then she thought, what if she propositioned him tonight? What if she was the one who did the dragging into a dark corner, rather than being dragged?
A small smile played around the edges of her mouth. That was exactly what she'd do. Now the only question was, how?
Dominic looked to be deep in conversation with the general manager of the Outlaws across the room. But Melissa knew better: He was keeping tabs on her. He would notice if she left the room.
Beyond the newly finished entrance, the aquarium was still a construction zone.
Melissa grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and headed for the back corner, near a door marked construction crews only. Without so much as a glance behind her, she pushed the door open. Ah, just as she had hoped: a completely deserted space. The walls and roof were on, but it was mostly bare plywood here.
She sipped from her glass, her heart skipping. It wouldn't be long now. And then she heard the faint squeak of the door hinges. She waited a beat, letting him move closer before she turned around.
"Decided to take a tour?" he asked, his deep, sensual voice washing over her.
She set her glass on a stack of Sheetrock. "I couldn't wait any longer."
"I was feeling exactly the same way."
She walked into his arms, and as he slid one hand over her ass, she shivered with excitement.
"I don't feel any panties but I'm not sure I can trust my hands."
His fingers found her zipper, and as he began sliding her strapless dress off, her legs started trembling. A moment later, she was standing nearly naked in front of him, wearing only garters, heels, and the beautiful necklace he'd given her.
A growl emerged from his throat. "Sweet lord, you're beautiful."
No one had ever looked at her like he did—like he was the luckiest man in the world. She felt impossibly beautiful in his eyes.
He was already kneeling in front of her, his breath hot on her clit. His hands came around her hips, holding her upright for his sensual invasion. His tongue found her first, warm and so knowledgeable about the perfect way to make her come. He didn't bother teasing her, since the whole night had been foreplay, but licked her with long, smooth strokes from her labia to her clitoris. The orgasm came before she was even aware of it.
The next thing she knew, she was in his arms and he was carrying her across the room. He took off his jacket without putting her down and laid her on a table, cushioned by the black fabric. She reached for his zipper but he was two moves ahead of her, his sheathed c**k ready and waiting for her to take it in.
"All night long I've wanted you," he said. "Every goddamn second. You're so sweet, Melissa. So perfect."
He drove into her, his kiss rough and possessive as he claimed her, and she took him deeper, wishing this moment would never end.
She was his. Forever.
What the f**k am I doing? Dominic asked himself thirty minutes later, when he and Melissa were back out mingling on opposite sides of the room. Things were getting out of hand.
One accidental f**k could easily be accounted for, especially considering how long he'd wanted her. But instead of getting her out of his system, each time they had sex he wanted her more. Anyone could have walked in on them in the construction zone. They'd gotten lucky. Again. He couldn't count on that luck forever.
In fact, part of him wanted the chance to come clean. To tell the world that she was his woman. His.
Shit. Now wasn't the time to think about that. Not when all he could think about was taking Melissa home and making love to her all night long.
Out of the corner of his eye he watched her leave. If he'd had any self-control, he would have let her go home to her apartment alone and get some sleep.
Forcing himself to do his duty as an Outlaw, he socialized awhile longer, then extricated himself from the party. His c**k was rock hard and he broke a dozen traffic laws getting out of Golden Gate Park. He passed the parking lot where she'd ridden him doggy-style, and a drop of precome emerged on the head of his dick.
At this rate, he wasn't even going to make it to her place. He raced up her steps and rang her doorbell, feeling like a kid on Halloween, with Melissa as the candy.
The building door buzzed open, and when he got to her apartment door he barely let her open it before his mouth was on hers and he was kissing her as if he hadn't seen her for weeks.
When he finally let her catch her breath, she said, "I was just putting together something to eat. I thought you might be hungry."
He nodded, following her into the kitchen, one hand threaded through hers. His stomach growled, but it would have to wait.
Melissa shook her head. "You don't understand. He's not interested." Alice snorted, and Melissa clarified: " Not in any kind of long-term way. Yet every time I tell myself to stay away from him, the next thing I know my legs are wrapped around his waist."
"No kidding. We were all getting a contact singe out there."
Melissa sat on the closed toilet seat and put her head in her hands. "I don't know what to do."
Alice reapplied her lipstick in the sink mirror. "Have you tried talking with him? You know, duct taping him to a chair on one side of the room so he can't jump you, and asking him some tough questions?"
Melissa raised her head. "No. I already put myself on the line once and got an emotional smackdown. I'm not interested in setting myself up for another big fall."
Her friend looked stern. "If it were me, I'd rather break my own heart than let some guy do it for me. Even if the guy is impossibly hot."
"It's just a fling," Melissa repeated. "No strings attached. When it's over, we'll both go our separate ways with no recriminations."
Alice gave her a look that said she was full of it. "You just keep trying to tell yourself that. Maybe one day you'll believe it."
A loud knock sounded on the door. "If you're not dead in there, could you open up before I pee on the floor?"
"You want me to deal with her?" Alice said in a scary voice.
"No. Let's get out of here. I've got an important photo op waiting."
Dominic kept a respectable, professional distance from her as the photographer took dozens of shots. But his eyes followed her around the aquarium the rest of the night as she networked with players, agents, sportswriters, and the coaching staff.
How could he make her so wet with nothing but a glance? He hadn't touched her, yet she was as hot for him as she'd ever been. Maybe even more so, given the hours of anticipation. When was he going to make his move? The waiting was killing her.
Then she thought, what if she propositioned him tonight? What if she was the one who did the dragging into a dark corner, rather than being dragged?
A small smile played around the edges of her mouth. That was exactly what she'd do. Now the only question was, how?
Dominic looked to be deep in conversation with the general manager of the Outlaws across the room. But Melissa knew better: He was keeping tabs on her. He would notice if she left the room.
Beyond the newly finished entrance, the aquarium was still a construction zone.
Melissa grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and headed for the back corner, near a door marked construction crews only. Without so much as a glance behind her, she pushed the door open. Ah, just as she had hoped: a completely deserted space. The walls and roof were on, but it was mostly bare plywood here.
She sipped from her glass, her heart skipping. It wouldn't be long now. And then she heard the faint squeak of the door hinges. She waited a beat, letting him move closer before she turned around.
"Decided to take a tour?" he asked, his deep, sensual voice washing over her.
She set her glass on a stack of Sheetrock. "I couldn't wait any longer."
"I was feeling exactly the same way."
She walked into his arms, and as he slid one hand over her ass, she shivered with excitement.
"I don't feel any panties but I'm not sure I can trust my hands."
His fingers found her zipper, and as he began sliding her strapless dress off, her legs started trembling. A moment later, she was standing nearly naked in front of him, wearing only garters, heels, and the beautiful necklace he'd given her.
A growl emerged from his throat. "Sweet lord, you're beautiful."
No one had ever looked at her like he did—like he was the luckiest man in the world. She felt impossibly beautiful in his eyes.
He was already kneeling in front of her, his breath hot on her clit. His hands came around her hips, holding her upright for his sensual invasion. His tongue found her first, warm and so knowledgeable about the perfect way to make her come. He didn't bother teasing her, since the whole night had been foreplay, but licked her with long, smooth strokes from her labia to her clitoris. The orgasm came before she was even aware of it.
The next thing she knew, she was in his arms and he was carrying her across the room. He took off his jacket without putting her down and laid her on a table, cushioned by the black fabric. She reached for his zipper but he was two moves ahead of her, his sheathed c**k ready and waiting for her to take it in.
"All night long I've wanted you," he said. "Every goddamn second. You're so sweet, Melissa. So perfect."
He drove into her, his kiss rough and possessive as he claimed her, and she took him deeper, wishing this moment would never end.
She was his. Forever.
What the f**k am I doing? Dominic asked himself thirty minutes later, when he and Melissa were back out mingling on opposite sides of the room. Things were getting out of hand.
One accidental f**k could easily be accounted for, especially considering how long he'd wanted her. But instead of getting her out of his system, each time they had sex he wanted her more. Anyone could have walked in on them in the construction zone. They'd gotten lucky. Again. He couldn't count on that luck forever.
In fact, part of him wanted the chance to come clean. To tell the world that she was his woman. His.
Shit. Now wasn't the time to think about that. Not when all he could think about was taking Melissa home and making love to her all night long.
Out of the corner of his eye he watched her leave. If he'd had any self-control, he would have let her go home to her apartment alone and get some sleep.
Forcing himself to do his duty as an Outlaw, he socialized awhile longer, then extricated himself from the party. His c**k was rock hard and he broke a dozen traffic laws getting out of Golden Gate Park. He passed the parking lot where she'd ridden him doggy-style, and a drop of precome emerged on the head of his dick.
At this rate, he wasn't even going to make it to her place. He raced up her steps and rang her doorbell, feeling like a kid on Halloween, with Melissa as the candy.
The building door buzzed open, and when he got to her apartment door he barely let her open it before his mouth was on hers and he was kissing her as if he hadn't seen her for weeks.
When he finally let her catch her breath, she said, "I was just putting together something to eat. I thought you might be hungry."
He nodded, following her into the kitchen, one hand threaded through hers. His stomach growled, but it would have to wait.
