Changing the Game
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He dropped her legs and bent down over her.
“You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
He ground against her and tears sprang to her eyes. She was so close. So damn close she wanted to let go, but she waited.
“It would feel so good for you and I to come together, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes. Dammit, Gavin, yes.”
“You want to come with me, Elizabeth?”
“Yes. God, Gavin, yes. Please let me come.”
He dug his fingers into her h*ps and pumped hard, rolling his h*ps over hers as he ground against her.
Her cl**ax shattered her, releasing the tension that had built up until she burst. She cried out as she came. Gavin pushed through the tightening of her pu**y with fierce strokes, then glued himself to her and groaned with his own orgasm while she spiraled out of control. He laid over her and kissed her while her orgasm seemed to go on endlessly. He continued to move within her until the earthshaking cl**ax reduced to sweet pulses.
He withdrew, left her for a moment, then came back and turned her over onto her stomach, smoothing his hands over her buttocks. He laid a kiss on each cheek before sliding his hands down her legs.
“You have a fine ass, Elizabeth. And these legs of yours are amazing. I’ve always loved looking at your legs.”
He climbed onto the bed and kneeled in front of her. “Get up onto your hands and knees.”
She loved his power and his commanding presence in the bedroom.
She took control in every other aspect of her life. It was fun to give control up to him here; it excited her and made her tingle with anticipation.
“Suck my c**k and get it hard again.”
She licked her lips and opened her mouth, grasped his c**k in her hand and took it between her lips. Her pu**y was still throbbing from having him inside her, still quaking from the aftereffects of her orgasm. She slid her tongue around the crest of his shaft, then brought him inside with the suction of her mouth.
Gavin held on to the back of her head and slid his c**k deep into her mouth.
“That’s good. Christ, your mouth is hot. Take it deep, Elizabeth. Suck it hard.”
She rolled her tongue over his shaft, then moved her head up and down over him. Gavin moved to the side to hold on to her wrists.
“Yeah, like that. Fuck, that’s good. Suck me, Elizabeth. Get me good and hard and wet. Then I’ll f**k you and make you come again. You want that, don’t you?”
He was stretching her arms, holding them above her back, making her work on his c**k with only her mouth. And all she could think of was his glorious shaft in her pussy, f**king her until she came again. She craved the orgasm, could think of nothing else but him pounding away inside her. He reached for her breasts, rolling the ni**les tight between his fingers. The slight pain made her suck him harder.
“Yeah. Suck it hard like that. Now swallow it.” He pushed into her throat, and she took everything he gave her. He seemed to know exactly how much she could take, because he’d pull back, then slide his shaft along her tongue, only to push deep inside her mouth again.
“Lick my balls,” he commanded, and he pulled his c**k from her mouth, lifted it out of her way so she could have access to his ball sack. She slid her tongue underneath to lick his balls, wished she was free so she could pull them into her mouth, but she was limited by the position he held her in. And through it all, he continued to tweak and roll her nipples, and the pain was delicious.
She’d missed having a man touch her, lick her, and f**k her. She’d missed so much about sex.
Gavin was a goddamn master at it.
She swept her tongue under his balls, flicking, teasing, licking him.
“Yeah, oh, yeah, I like your tongue.”
He dropped her arms and dragged her up onto her knees, pulling her against him. His mouth met hers in a searing kiss that made her ni**les tingle, his tongue diving inside to take possession.
“Now lay on your belly.”
He threw a pillow in the center of the bed, and she lay across it.
“Spread your legs.”
She widened her legs, and he put on a condom, then kneeled between her thighs. She felt his body brush against hers, and then he was inside her, and just like before, her pu**y quivered. She grabbed hold of the sheets as he began to move slowly within her, easing out and then sliding inside her again.
He brushed her hair aside to kiss and nip at the nape of her neck. “Don’t come yet, Elizabeth. You know it’ll be good if you wait.”
She fisted the sheets and held on, knowing she could come right now. Sucking his c**k had built the anticipation, and she was primed and hot. The sheets rubbed her clit, increasing the friction, making her ready.
He rose up and grabbed her hips, thrusting harder, faster. “You make my dick hard. Your pu**y is so tight. Lift your ass higher.”
She lifted, and he powered inside her with a fierce thrust that drove her into the mattress. Her cl*trubbed the pillow, and she was so close to cl**ax she had to fight not to come. She wanted Gavin coming with her.
He dug his fingers into her h*ps as his strokes became relentless. “Are you ready, Elizabeth?”
Sensation pummeled her. She was ready to tear the sheets apart if she didn’t get to come soon. “Yes, Gavin. Yes.”
He reached underneath her and found her clit, rubbed the knot that burst with pleasure. “Let go. Come with me.”
With his next thrust she splintered, burying her face against the comforter as she screamed with the intensity of her cl**ax. Gavin glued his body to her ass and rocked against her, shuddering as he came.
When she finally fell, he was there to sweep her hair away from her face. He rolled her onto her side and pulled the pillow away. He left only long enough to bring them both something to drink, then gathered her into his arms and pulled her against his chest, rubbing her back and shoulders.
It was quiet. Neither of them said anything. Gavin turned off the lights and pulled the covers over them.
Elizabeth stared out the windows at the moonlight streaming in and listened to the lulling, peaceful sound of the waves.
This entire evening had been a revelation. She was still a little shaky about it all. She thought he’d brought her here to fire her. Instead, he’d f**ked her, and it had been magical, more than she could have ever asked for.
The question was . . . now what?
THREE
NOW WHAT?
Gavin sat outside and watched the seagulls swooping down at the water’s edge searching for breakfast while he nursed a cup of coffee and pondered the na**d redhead asleep in his bed.
Not just any na**d redhead, either, but his agent, Elizabeth.
What a surprise she’d been last night. In more ways than one.
He would have never expected Elizabeth to be his match in the bedroom. She’d turned him on in ways he’d never imagined.
Sure, he’d had a bit to drink last night, and f**king her hadn’t been on his mind. It had just happened. But whoa, it had been good.
And he wanted more.
But it was an all-around bad idea. First, because she was his agent, and they needed to keep their relationship strictly business.
Second, she had screwed over his brother, and that still didn’t sit right with him.
Third, she wasn’t his type at all. He liked his women soft and easygoing. And easygoing and Elizabeth didn’t belong in the same sentence.
He still wanted more of her.
He could have some fun with her. Okay, a lot of fun with her. It wasn’t like they were going to be dating. He didn’t date women. He f**ked them. They partied, had fun together, and that was it. He had a career in baseball, a high-profile lifestyle, and women got into that. They wanted to be seen with him, and they understood how it was. Though there were always those who thought they could be the next Mrs. Gavin Riley.
He wasn’t looking for a Mrs; not right now. He was too busy having fun.
“Morning.”
He turned to see Elizabeth leaning against the doorway. She’d helped herself to one of his T-shirts, and God help him, she looked so damn different. She was usually dressed to perfection in designer clothes and high heels, and wore her hair up. This . . . this was spectacular. The T-shirt was long on her, hit above her knees. It was gray and worn, and hugged her curves. Her hair spilled down around her shoulders, was all messed up and stuck up in places, and she had a sleepy look on her face, pillow marks on her left cheek, and her lips were swollen.
Goddamn, she made his dick hard.
“Morning.”
“I grabbed one of your shirts. And helped myself to a cup of coffee. I hope you don’t mind,” she said, lifting the cup to show him.
“I don’t mind. Come on out here and sit down.”
She sat in the swing this time and sipped her coffee, pulling her legs up on the seat. She inhaled and closed her eyes. “I can see why you like it here at the beach, Gavin. What a beautiful way to wake up in the morning. So relaxing to just sit and watch the ocean waves and the birds. You don’t get this kind of view in Saint Louis. Not that I’m at the office or at my condo all that often any way.”
Who was this person? He’d found out more about Elizabeth in the last twelve hours than in the seven years he’d known her. “You travel a lot. Me, too. It sucks. I come down here during the off-season a lot to go fishing and just to get away from the winter.”
She brushed her hair away from her face. “Understandable. It’s nice to have a place like this.”
“I’m sure you could buy a place down here. You can afford it.”
“Mmm,” was all she said, then put the cup to her lips. “I should get dressed and head out. Mind if I use your shower first?”
“You have somewhere you need to be?”
She shifted her gaze to his. “Not really.”
“Then why the hurry?”
“My stuff is at the hotel. I need to check out today.”
“Where are you going?”
“Back home.”
His lips lifted. “It’s February. Cold in Saint Louis.”
“Yes, it is.”
“You could hang out here for a while, soak up some sun.”
She rested the cup in her lap. “Are you inviting me to stay?”
Was he? He had no idea what the hell he was doing. All he knew was that he had fun with Elizabeth last night, and his dick wanted more of her. That was all he wanted.
“You’re not gonna deny we had great sex last night.”
She stared at him. “It was really great sex, Gavin.”
“Then hang out with me down here. We’ll have more of it.”
“So you’re not firing me.”
His lips curled. “Not yet.”
“Asshole.” She pushed off the swing and sauntered into the house. He went inside to refill his coffee. Elizabeth was in the kitchen refilling hers.
“So are you staying?”
“Right now I’m going to take a shower. I need to go get my bags and check out.”
“I’ll call the hotel. They can check you out, and I’ll have your things delivered here.”
She leaned against the counter, cup in hand. “Thinking of holding me prisoner here for the next month?”
He leaned his hip against the counter. “I don’t know. Think you’ve got what it takes to keep me interested that long?”
Her eyes sparkled. “That sounds like a challenge, Gavin.”
He sipped his coffee. “Can you cook?”
“Not at all. Can you?”
“You don’t grow up in my house without learning to fend for yourself. My mother didn’t want her children to be tossed out into the world as useless human beings.”
“So now you’re calling me useless?”
“You’re what, Elizabeth—thirty-four or something? One would think you would have learned to cook by now.”
“I’m thirty-two, and you’re a prick.”
He laughed. “Not the first time I’ve been called that.”
“I’m not home enough to cook, and who am I going to cook for? Myself?”
“Aww, poor Elizabeth. Single and alone. Am I supposed to feel sorry for you now?”
“You’re baiting me, trying to get a rise out of me.”
“Shouldn’t you be trying to get a rise out of me?”
She let her gaze drift down his body and linger at his crotch, then looked back up to his face. “Why? What’s in it for me?”
“Get my dick hard, and you get an orgasm out of it. After a two-year drought I figure you’re gonna wanna come as much as you can while you’re here.”
She snorted. “You think you’re that good, huh?”
He laid his coffee cup down and stalked over to her, pulled the cup from her hand and put it on the counter. He wrapped one arm around her waist, lifted her T-shirt, and laid his palm over her na**d sex.
She was already wet, her eyes wide pools of green as he slid his finger inside her and rocked his hand against her, then took her mouth in a hard kiss.
She melted against him, her tongue sliding against his, her pu**y coating his fingers with her sweet cream. He spread her juices over her cl*tand massaged the nub.
She whimpered against him, and he was relentless, driving his palm against her sex, dipping his fingers inside her to f**k her pussy. She lifted onto her toes and sought release.
And he gave it to her, keeping his mouth on hers, his arm wrapped around her to hold her steady while she cried out and clung to his shirt.
Her body quivered against his, and he let her down slow and easy, withdrew his fingers, liking the way she stared up at him with a little bit of shock and disbelief.
He flipped her around and bent her over the kitchen counter, flipping the T-shirt over her back, unable to resist roaming over the bare skin of her back and ass. Her skin was the softest silk, and in between her legs was sweet honey. He swept his hand between her legs again, and she lifted, spreading her legs, palming the counter, and letting out a gentle moan.