“Hoping …?”
“For a little cuddle time?” He waggled his eyebrows. She shot him a sultry look over her shoulder, then slowly unzipped her jeans and shimmied out of them, giving him an ass wiggle that shot a bolt through him, firing every nerve ending. She was sporting a lacy black thong he’d never seen before, and it brought his shirt unbuttoning to a dead stop and his cock to full attention.
She turned and, just as languidly, pulled her sweater over her head, giving him an eyeful of her curves gilded in the firelight’s glow.
Fuck yeah!
She wore a matching bra of sheer black lace that left little for him to imagine—except taking it off of her. His cock was now begging to be set free.
Licking his lips, he swallowed hard and crooked his finger at her. “Lock the door and get your sweet little ass over here.”
“Bossy. You’re throwing your caveman weight around again.” She tilted her head provocatively and struck her sassy pose, letting his eyes roam all over her. He just hoped his heart wouldn’t seize.
“Come here, Goldilocks, and I’ll show you caveman.”
She took deliberate steps to the door, locked it, then turned and smirked. “What’s in it for me?”
“Why don’t you come over here and find out?” He patted the bed.
A devilish grin spread over her face, but she didn’t budge.
“Chicken,” he taunted.
“I’ll show you chicken, caveman.” She sprinted at him, closing the distance in the flutter of an eyelash. He barely had time to brace his arms and catch her before she crashed down on him. They tangled together like two people at the end of a game of Twister. Which was fine by him.
She covered his mouth with hers, her tongue dancing over his. While her mouth kept his busy, her fingers nimbly undid the rest of his buttons and tugged his shirt off—also fine by him.
“What are you trying to tell me, beautiful?”
She straddled him, pinning him on his back.
“You’ve been owning it on the ice, Professor. Now let’s see you own it in the bedroom.”
“Do your worst, your ladyship.”
She unzipped his pants and worked him free. “Only my best for you.”
His eyes rolled back in his head while his hands ran over her silky skin. God, he hoped he’d die like this.
But not tonight.
THE END
Acknowledgements
First and foremost, the readers who have encouraged me throughout this process. This book wouldn’t be possible without you.
To my beta readers and the Marbles, thank you for your time, your honest feedback, and your suggestions. I especially loved the “Gage wouldn’t say that!” comments that made the story better.
To lovely Jenny Q, my editor, who spent a Friday afternoon brainstorming with me—and I do mean storm!—to make Gage’s story what it is. Without you, it would have been vanilla.
Persnickety, always, for your impeccable i-dotting and t-crossing. Somehow you’re able to see the minutiae and clean it up elegantly. Thank you for that talent and for making me look better.
And always, to my husband, Tim, who has labeled himself an author’s widower. Thank you for talking through plot ideas with me, for framing my book covers for my birthday surprise, for making me dinners … in short, for being Gage. I love you.
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Other Books
In The Playmakers Series:
Book One - Taming Beckett
Book Two - Third Man In
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About the author
Since childhood, all sorts of stories and characters have lived in G.K. Brady’s imagination, elbowing one another for attention, so she’s thrilled (as are they) to be giving them their voice on the written page.
A writer of contemporary romance, she loves telling tales of the less-than-perfect hero or heroine who transforms with each turn of a page.
G.K. is a wife and the proud mom of three grown sons. She currently resides in Colorado with her very patient husband.
