Lead Player - Alex Grayson Page 0,22
and I certainly have no plans to start now.”
“So, in other words, you’re here to use me as a means to get her out of your mind.”
The way she words it makes me sound like a complete ass, but this is us. She gives me sexual relief when I need it, no matter the reason behind the need, and I’ve always done the same.
“Her loss is my gain.” She tosses me a wink and picks up her wine glass.
After the waitress approaches and takes our order, we spend the next little while catching up on what’s been going on in our lives the past couple of years. She was recently promoted to junior partner in her law firm, an endeavor she’s been aiming for the past few years.
She wasn’t surprised when I told her I was leaving Phenix. What did surprise her was that I stayed so long.
“I always knew you’d get out eventually. I could tell your heart was never fully into performing.”
We talk about the places I’ve traveled while on tour, a few of her more interesting cases, and reminiscing about our younger days. Our food comes and we continue to talk even more while we eat. Megan has always been easy to talk to and I’ve always enjoyed her company.
We both decline dessert and after I settle the bill, we get up to leave. Out on the sidewalk, Megan turns to face me once we’re at my car. Her delicate hands land on my upper chest and she stares up at me, her eyes dilated with lust.
“My place or yours?”
Her question gives me pause, and unbidden, an image of Alaina—the night we spent together—pops into my head. I’d asked her the same question that night. My body heats at the memory of what came later once we were at her place.
Shaking my head to rid itself of the thought—the purpose of tonight is for me to forget about Alaina, not think even more about her—I wrap an arm around Megan’s waist and haul her against my chest.
“My place.”
Bending my head, I kiss her, needing that physical connection to Megan. Frustration and disappointment hits when I only feel a twinge in my jeans. Sexual chemistry has always been off the charts between Megan and me, so for my body to not respond like it always has, means I’m in a shit load of trouble.
I mask my features when I pull back from her and open the car door so she can slide inside. The trip to my house is only about fifteen minutes, and it’s made with both of us lost in our own thoughts.
“Would you like a glass of wine?” I ask Megan, which isn’t something I’ve ever done before. We both know the score anytime we’re together. Sex is the reason we’re together, just like any other time we’ve been at each other’s place.
I silently berate myself because the only reason I offered her a drink is because I’m putting off what comes next. I take in Megan and her magical hands and magnificent body. Why the fuck am I stalling when I’ve got a beautiful woman in front of me, waiting for me to sink inside her warm and willing body?
I ignore the small voice inside my head whispering the reason.
Megan’s smile is salacious when she shakes her head and grabs my hand. Leading me down the hallway toward my room, she steps through the door and turns to face me. She reaches behind her and begins to slowly slide down the zipper of her dress. I watch as the material loosens, the straps on her shoulders falling down her arms. When her breasts come into view, my dick finally starts to react.
Reaching over my head, I grip the back of my shirt and pull it up and over my head. Her eyes lock on my torso and she licks her lips.
“Damn, I missed seeing that chest.”
I smirk.
Her dress drops to her ankles and she steps out of it as she approaches me. She’s in nothing but a lace thong. Her tits are on the smaller side, but they’re perky, the nipples hard little buds.
She lightly scrapes her nails down my pecs then follows the happy trail leading to the waistband of my jeans.
“You’re bigger than the last time we were together,” she comments, her eyes lazily tracing the same path as her fingers. “More muscular.”
“The last year has been stressful. I went to the gym anytime my schedule permitted it.”
Her lips tip up. “I