CHANGING THE PLAYER: Charleston Pirates #1 by Chance, Jacob (digital e reader TXT) 📕

“Why not me?”

“Because you’re my client. And we’re fake dating. Ugh, this was never supposed to happen.”

“Just so you’re aware, I’m glad it did. And I hope it’s the first of many orgasms that I can give you.”

“Oh God, don’t say that.”

“I’m going to head back to my place and let you process what we did in peace. You should at least let yourself enjoy this for tonight. You can freak out tomorrow instead.”

“I’m not freaking out,” she yells.

One of my eyebrows leaps upward. “Yeah, you’re the picture of calm.” Leaning down, I press a kiss to her forehead. “Thanks for everything.”

“Don’t thank me,” she says, groaning.

“I was referring to our conversation, not the kiss you laid on me.”

“I was merely giving you a friendly kiss, and you shoved your tongue in my mouth.”

“Of course I did.”

“You’re not going to deny it?”

“Why would I? You presented me with an opportunity and I seized it.” And gave away a piece of my heart in the process. I should be the one losing my shit, not her. So why am I being adult about this and so unlike my usual self?

* * *

Locking the door behind me, I set my bag down and kick off my shoes. Heading upstairs, I enter my bedroom and set my phone on my nightstand. I undress on my way into the master bath. Turning on the shower, I let the water heat up before stepping inside the glass walls. It’s been a long, exhausting day. I let the water wash away my fatigue and beat down on my sore shoulders.

Losing our game was a tough pill to swallow, but spending time with Nadia made all the difference for me. There will be no story about me drinking too much or wondering about the woman or women I left with.

It feels surprisingly good to do the right thing, and I have Nadia to thank for that. Talking with her was eye opening and enjoyable. She makes everything better.

When she laid her lips on mine, it was as if everything I wanted and didn’t realize was just handed to me. I couldn’t restrain myself from taking our kiss further. And Nadia was completely on board. If she hadn’t been, I would’ve stopped immediately.

Jesus. I’m getting hard and I haven’t even allowed myself to relive the details yet. All it took was picturing her and remembering what the first meeting of our mouths felt like. It was fucking explosive, and if I could’ve continued to kiss her for the rest of my days and nights, I would’ve.

Closing my eyes, I grip my cock and call up the memory of our kiss. Moving in long, slow strokes, it’s only seconds before I’m imagining it’s Nadia’s hand on me.

Leaning into me, her taut nipples press into my chest as our mouths slam together. Our tongues dance as she squeezes me tightly in her fist. Up and down her hand moves; it’s agonizing pleasure. I want to come now and feel the incredible explosion, but I also never want this to end. Her thumb swirls the pre-cum around my tip, and releasing her mouth, I groan. Tucking my face into the curve of her shoulder, I place my lips on the side of her neck, whispering harshly, “Faster and harder.”

She obliges, picking up the pace of her strokes and tightening her grip. With one palm braced on the tile, I grip her hip with my other hand and lose myself in the ecstasy of finally having her touching me. My hips thrusting, I chase the building orgasm until I fall over the edge. My teeth sink into the soft skin on her neck to keep the wild shout from flying free of my lips as my release pulses from my cock.

My legs feeling weak, I add a second hand to the tile to hold me up as I let the water wash away the remnants of my fantasy. It felt so real, I only wish it had been. But I have plenty to look forward to experiencing with Nadia. I fully expect her to dig her heels in and fight me every step of the way, but tonight taught me that Nadia and I have something worth exploring. We need to take the remaining weeks of our arrangement to pursue a real relationship. I know she’ll be resistant if I propose this, so I may have to hold off on having the conversation with her. I’ll let the time we’re spending with each other naturally morph into what it should be—a real relationship.

Shutting off the water, I grab my towel and dry off. In my bedroom, I slip on a pair of boxer briefs and sit down on the edge of my mattress. I run a hand through my wet strands, pushing them back from my face. Picking up my cell phone, I tap out a text message to Nadia.

Me: Thanks again for tonight. It means a lot that you were there for me.

I don’t expect a reply from her, but that doesn’t keep me from hoping for one. After a minute or so with no answer, I fall back on my bed and stare up at the ceiling. It’s strange for me to think about, but I’m beginning to feel like a new man. I’m not going to get all sappy and think it’s because I must be in love and love fixes everything. I know I’m not in love with Nadia, but I am falling for her.

It actually feels good to admit that to myself. And with how I’m starting to care for her romantically, I want to be the best man I can be.

Is this a natural reaction every man has when they reach a certain emotional point with a woman?

Is that why they say men need the love of a good woman?

Is the right woman the balm I need to soothe my inner turmoil? And is every guy like this or is it just me?

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