Game for It 1 Game for Marriage

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lust because that s how he felt.
Wild for her.
Jared, she breathed his name, the whispery sound of her sweet voice
sending a bolt of sensation throughout his entire body. He d almost kill to hear
her say his name like that again. Like he was the only one who could solve all
her problems with a few precise thrusts of his fingers.
You like that? He snuck his fingers beneath the very edge of her panties,
encountering scant hair, the heat of her radiating across his fingers.
More, she whispered. Touch me.
A woman who asked for what she wanted. He could appreciate that. Without
hesitation he slid his fingers farther, tracing her slit, pressing until he was
searching her wet folds. A shuddering breath escaped her when he circled her
clit. A little scream left her when he slid one, then two fingers inside her,
pumping slowly in and out of her welcoming body.
They were out of control. Standing in the hallway of his house, a perfectly
huge bed a few feet away. Yet he had Sheridan held against the wall, his
fingers busy beneath her panties, her breathy little sighs and impatient thrusts
against his hand telling him she was close to orgasm.
Sheridan. His wife. The one he had the marriage clause with. Where they
weren t supposed to have sex or else the contract would become null and void.
Oh, God. Oh, God& She was panting, her hips thrusting against his hand.
She was so damn close. He couldn t leave her high and dry.
With expert precision he thrummed her clit with his thumb, watched with
utter satisfaction as she stilled, her expression frozen, her entire body
seemingly paralyzed before the shudders overtook her completely.
That s it, he murmured close to her ear, still playing with her, fingers still
thrusting deep inside her heat. Come for me.
She moaned, whispered his name once, then again, and still she kept on
coming. Until he knew she was completely spent, the tiny shudders wracking
her body the only indication she was coming down from what appeared to be a
pretty damn intense orgasm. And he was the one who did that to her. A surge
of pride moved through him at the realization.
Wow. Sheridan blinked her eyes into focus, the look of utter satisfaction on
her face making his cock twitch with eagerness. Yeah, down boy. So not going
to happen. That was& amazing.
Yeah, well. He withdrew his hand from beneath her panties, released his
hold on her so she had no choice but to stand on her own two feet again. She
was a little wobbly, he couldn t help but notice as he reached out to set her
right, making sure she was stable before he let her go. We can t do anything
else.
Her eyebrows crinkled into a frown. What do you mean?
The clause, remember?
She smiled, reaching for his crotch but he dodged her just in time. If those
deft hands touched him again, he couldn t be held responsible for what he d
do. Please. Like you re going to let that stand in your way? I can keep a
secret.
We take it too far, there s no going back, he warned. We can lose
everything, Sheridan.
The look she flashed him was pure seduction. Maybe I don t want to go
back. Those fingers of hers danced across his chest, his skin tightening even
with the shirt he wore as a barrier from her touch. I could give you the best
blowjob of your life right now if you d let me.
He bet she could. Her confidence was sexy. He could envision that lush
mouth wrapped tight around his cock, sliding up and down, lips parted
invitingly as he came down her throat&
Hell. He broke out into a sweat just thinking about it.
We can t do this. I m not risking it.
Her jaw dropped open, and he knew she was going to protest, but he turned
away. Before he did something really stupid.
Like drag her into his bedroom, caveman-style.
So you don t trust me. Her voice was flat.
I never said that, he started but she glared at him. All signs of the
gloriously satisfied woman of a few moments ago were long gone.
You didn t have to. I tell you I can keep our secret and you still turn me
away. I would say it s pretty obvious you don t trust me.
Fine. He threw his hands up into the air. I don t trust you. I can t freaking
trust myself. I don t trust anyone, Sheridan I can t, not in my profession. Not
after what s happened to me. People close to me would stab me in the back
with a smile on their face if that meant they could make a shit ton of money off
my story.
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