Only Work, No Play Read online Cora Reilly (Tough Games #1)

Categories Genre: Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Tough Games Series by Cora Reilly
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
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The moment I untangled myself from Xavier to visit the ladies’ room, I noticed one of the women make their way toward him, but his eyes were on me and when he finally did look at her, his expression couldn’t have been more hostile. Smiling to myself, I disappeared in the restroom and moved into the only free stall.

The toilets next to me flushed and high heels clicked before water started running. “I can’t believe he chose that girl to be his girlfriend.”

“I know,” said another female voice. “Have you seen her hips and ass? I mean, I know the media is all over plus-sized models at the moment, but he’s an athlete.”

I peered through the gap between the door and the stall, spotting two tall, skinny women with dark hair.

“Everyone needs a fatty treat now and then,” the one with the darker, almost black hair said, then they both laughed. They applied lipstick as I leaned against the stall, feeling heat rush into my head and tears sting my eyes.

“I guess that’s it, but still. I actually wanted to give him a go tonight. He’s an asshole but he’s supposed to be so good in bed.”

“I know. Just do it. I mean, come on. If he’s got the choice between you and that girl, he’ll forget all about her.”

More giggling, and finally they left.

I drew in a deep breath, trying not to let their words get to me, but it was a losing battle. They had voiced all of my concerns. How could I hold Xavier when girls like that kept throwing themselves at him? I couldn’t compete with their bodies. Everyone with eyes in their head could see it.

I pushed out of the stall. Even if their words hit too close to home, I wouldn’t hide like my fourteen-year-old self from the mean girls in school.

Checking my reflection to make sure my eyes were satisfyingly dry—my flushed skin was a losing battle—I returned to the party.

Xavier was talking to the two bimbos from the ladies’ room, who worshipped him with their eyes as if he was the second coming of Christ. His body was Greek god worthy, no argument, but I’d gouge my eyes out with my stiletto heels before I’d ever give him that kind of simpering look.

I squared my shoulders and walked over to the bar to grab a beer. Fuck looking sophisticated with a fine glass of white wine, I wanted my liquid carbs. The bartender handed me the bottle and a glass. I took the former, not the latter, and took a large gulp as I tried to look completely unfazed. Fiona and Connor were doing something that could be considered dancing but was probably classified as a public misdemeanor in certain countries. I didn’t know Fiona could twerk. With a tiny butt like hers, that shouldn’t have worked, but she pulled it off magnificently and Connor looked more than a little impressed.

“Are you going to twerk for me too?” Xavier growled in my ear, making me jump and almost drop my bottle. “With your wicked ass that would make me come in my pants for the first time since my teenage days.”

“I don’t twerk,” I said quickly.

Xavier wrapped his arms around me from behind, pulling me against his body. “That’s a shame.”

I could see several heads turning our way, including the two bimbos from the restroom. “We’ve got an audience.”

Xavier followed my gaze to the two girls whispering among themselves.

“I don’t give a flying fuck,” he muttered, then kissed my throat before he took my hand and tugged me toward the dance floor. “Dance with me.”

I quickly left the beer bottle on the bar and followed him. “Xavier, I can’t dance.”

“We’ve already established that you’re a fast learner,” he said with his wolfish grin. “And I’m a good teacher.”

Holy mother of too sexy ruggers.

Xavier gripped my hips and began to move to the beat. Soon we were grating and twisting and shaking and rubbing, and the room faded to the background. Xavier’s arm snaked around my waist as he jerked me closer to his body, his mouth coming down to my ear. “The moment we’re out of here, I’m going to eat your pussy and fuck you senseless if you let me.”

I choked back a laugh. If I let him? If I wasn’t worried about it making headlines tomorrow, I’d have jumped Xavier right here on the dance floor. My eyes must have answered his question because he groaned. “This might be the first time I won’t be the last to leave my birthday party.”

We stayed two more hours because, like Xavier had pointed out, it was his birthday party and it would have been rude if the guest of honor had left first. We didn’t make it home for the naughty business. We didn’t even make it out of the parking garage of the hotel before Xavier’s fingers slipped beneath my skirt and brought me the first high of the night. We did, however, make it into the elevator of his apartment building before his pants hit the floor and I showed him what I’d learned—while Teniel’s voice blared out of the speakers asking why the elevator had been stopped. Eventually he gave up.


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