Player's Challenge by Koko Brown Page A

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    “Wh-what are you doing?”
    “I warned you.” Hands caressing his stomach, he pivoted toward the door. “I’ve worked up an appetite. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.”
    Frantic, Gemma reached for him. “Wait! I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
    He turned around slowly. “You jest?”
    Gemma shook her head.
    To her relief he walked over to the bed and gathered her in his arms. “Why not?”
    He felt so good, Gemma snuggled closer. “There was university, followed by grad school, then moving to London and finding a job. I’ve been so focused on my career, I haven’t had the time.”
    “And there haven’t been any other blokes?”
    “I didn’t say that.” His arms flexed around her, causing her to catch her breath. Just desserts, she mused for manipulating her.
    “And no one sealed the deal?”
    “No one,” she muttered. Wrapped up in her very own pity party, Gemma barely noticed when he rolled her onto her back. Embarrassed, she moved to pull away from him, but he pinned her hips to the bed.
    “Where are you going?”
    “To the bathroom, to have a meltdown for being such a loser.”
    “Then you won’t be able to make up for what you’ve missed.”
    “What I’ve missed?” Had he put two and two together and come to the conclusion none of the other men had measured up to him?
    He touched her cheek lightly with the back of his fingers. “I’m going to give you so much cock you’re going to beg me to leave this room.”
    Gemma’s sex clenched. “Kiss me,” she whispered, because she couldn’t take it anymore.
    “Where?” His voice was hushed, his mouth only inches away from hers.
    His wicked ways must have rubbed off on her, because she lowered her gaze to a point below the waist. “There.”
    His breath feathered lightly across her lips and hard, insistent desire pounded on her brain. Thankfully, she didn’t have to spell it out for him. He shimmied down her body and settled between her legs.
    “Here?” he asked with an impudent lift of his brow.
    Gemma’s breath altered. How did he do it? Ooze sex by uttering a single word? It was as if he’d stroked her skin, her senses, and her libido all at the same time.
    “Bingo,” she breathed already susceptible to an orgasm.
    His tongue speared into her and a sweet, yet agonizing pleasure coiled in Gemma’s belly. With the pad of his thumb, he circled the bud at the top of her sex once, twice. The tension increased, her lungs constricted and her blood ran thick and heavy in her veins. She gasped once for air then arched off the bed as a cry exploded from her lips.
    Moments later, panting and breaking a sweat, she pushed her hands into his hair, sparking static, completely destroying his well-groomed slick back. She grasped the stick-straight strands between her knuckles and shamelessly circled her sex into his greedy mouth and thrusting fingers. His hands, tongue and mouth answered in kind, working her body, overloading her senses.
    “I’m going to come,” she warned, her breathing a harsh, raspy staccato.
    “Don’t hold anything back. I want you to scream.”
    Not going to be a problem! With him pushing her buttons, she’d probably come louder than Big Ben.
    She more than proved it an orgasmic second later.
    Rendered almost insensible by the explosive assault on her senses, by the agonizing pleasure, she lay adrift absorbed by the rapture strumming through her body. But Devin, an adept lover, continued to forge forward, his mouth milking her, breaking her down and then building her up again. He sucked harder, rimmed her quivering flesh, alternating between slow savoring licks and demanding thrusts of his tongue. Dazed and boneless, Gemma gasped his name. There was no way he could give her back-to-back orgasms.
    “You taste so good. I can’t wait to have your sweet juices coating my cock.”
    Gemma rolled her eyes, his mouth and words transporting her over the edge.

    Devin pushed to his feet, his eyes never