Game Saver - BJ Harvey Page 0,7
of a favor.”
She puts a hand in the bed and pushes her torso up, not at all bashful or self-conscious about her breasts being out and proud—and rather distracting. My arm resting on her hip drops down to cup her delectable ass, settling in like it was lost and now it’s found.
“What is it?” she asks.
“I have a function I have to go to in two weeks, and my mother threatened to sic one of her friends’ single daughters on me as my plus one.”
She tilts her head and smirks. “Not keen on having a socialite on your arm?”
I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. “Do you know my surname?”
“We didn’t exactly do much talking the first time we met.”
“You made a lot of noise though,” I muse with a shit-eating grin. That first time with Abi was fucking mind-blowing. I can’t believe it took so long for another romp.
“So did you, but I like using my mouth for other things.”
Fuck, this girl is killing me. My cock barely goes soft before she wakes him up again.
“I seem to remember a sex battle with Dani and Zach though,” she says with a smirk.
“Don’t remind me,” I groan. “It took me months to not think about it whenever I saw him.”
“You didn’t seem to care at the time.”
I glide my hand up her spine and tangle my fingers in her hair, her body leaning into mine as I tug her down to brush my lips against hers. Pulling her back, I’m gratified by the sexy-as-fuck glazed look on her face.
“So you don’t know anything about my family?”
“I know you’re a doctor, I know your name is Cade. You know all of Dani’s friends and together, we’re dynamite in bed. Do I need to know more?”
I chuckle and slowly run my hand up and down her bare back. “I’d like you to, but you should probably know what you’re getting in to before you agree.”
“Are they the family?” she asks with a devious whisper.
I bark out a laugh. “Do I look Italian?”
“No . . .”
“That’s because I’m not. Have you heard of Carsen Capital?”
“Who hasn’t?” she says, resting her chin on my chest again, my hand now stroking her hair.
“Cade Carsen II is my father.”
Her eyes widen and she nods. “Right.” She drops back onto the bed, leaning down on an elbow, her body still plastered to mine tits to thighs and every good place in between.
Her eyes start dancing. “So Mommy and Daddy want a good, wholesome girl for their son.”
“Sons—plural. My sister bucked the trend and got married before the family could meddle, and my brother, Cameron, is deployed. But it seems that now I’ve finished my training and have a successful career, apparently it’s time to find a suitable wife,” I say, unable to hide the hint of resentment in my voice.
She scoffs. “The sex is out of this world, Cade, but you’re not gonna put a ring on it.”
I laugh, a deep honest-to-God laugh. She’s a like a breath of fresh air.
“That’s good, Spitfire, because I’m far from ready to take that step with anyone.”
“Although I’d entertain a cock ring,” she says, biting her lip and bringing my attention to her mouth. My cock twitches against her thigh, and her mouth curves into a knowing smile.
“Someone else likes that idea, too.” I grin and lift my head to brush my lips against hers again, loving the feel of her.
“We can discuss that option later. So you want me to be your plus one?”
“I’d like to kill two birds with one stone. First, I’ve been waiting far too long time to get to know more about you than how you sound when you come.” Her eyes widen, but I forge on. “And secondly, if I brought my own date, Mom might get the hint and back off.”
“What you’re saying is you want me to be your fake girlfriend.”
Why does that sound so fucking wrong?
I flip her over onto her back and press my now hard cock into her soft body, loving the way her eyes flash with heat.
“I work a hell schedule. I haven’t had time to date,” I explain.
“Explains the ten months between shared orgasms.”
I snort. “I didn’t have your number.”
“I didn’t have yours either,” she counters.
“How about this? We know the sex is hot. Why don’t we keep doing that and while that happens, you accompany me to any events I’m forced to attend by my parents? No pressure, and no expectations.”
“There should at least