The Player I Love to Hate (Elite Players #1) Read Online Jillian Quinn

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Elite Players Series by Jillian Quinn
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
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Mia blushes at Roxie’s words but keeps moving to the tempo.

My cock grows harder with each seductive stare and gentle sway of Mia’s hips. I get lost in the dance, trying to forget about Will and the fact he’s somewhere down the hall from us. But I don’t care, not even a little bit. Not right now. Not when Mia has me under her fucking spell.

I lift my hand from my thigh and beckon Mia with my index finger. She does as I instruct, with Roxie still holding onto her from behind and her breasts pressed into Mia’s back. This is a side of Mia I never thought I’d see, and it makes me want her even more. My innocent little lamb is a woman now, all grown up and giving me the worst case of blue balls.

With some instruction from Roxie, Mia leans forward to place her palms on my thighs, with her ass up in the air and her eyes pointed at me. She continues to dance for me, following each of Roxie’s orders. Mia moves as if she’s done this a thousand times. I salivate with each thrust, the sight of her letting go so intoxicating.

After torturing me for far too long, Roxie orders Mia to get on the long leather bench with me. She straddles me, slowly moving her hands up my chest and to my shoulders. Roxie sits next to us, with her hand on Mia’s back and the other on her ass, coaching the movements from her body. I can’t believe Mia is going along with this. Will would fucking murder me if he had any idea I was paying a stripper to teach Mia the art of giving a lap dance.

In my defense, it wasn’t my idea.

Rocking her hips, Mia stares into my eyes. She wets her lips and teases me, making me want to flip her over and fuck her right here on this bench.

I reach into my pocket, pull out a few hundred dollar bills, and hand them to Roxie. “Can you give us a minute?”

She takes the money with a bright smile. “Yeah, I think I can do that. I’ll be back in thirty.” Her gaze falls to Mia, and she moves closer to her. “Think you can handle him without me?”

Mia laughs. “Yeah, I think so. Thanks, Roxie.”

She smiles in answer, and then exits the room, closing the door behind her.

I slide my hands up the backs of Mia’s thighs and make my way up to her firm ass to give it a good squeeze. She yelps and falls forward, this time threading her arms around my neck. With our lips almost touching, she lets out a deep breath, the scent of her apple martini filling my nostrils.

Mia sits back until we’re staring into each other’s eyes and moves her hands lower. I pull down her bottom lip with my index finger, and she licks my skin. Red-hot heat buzzes between us, the electricity from our contact setting my skin on fire.

I grab my rock hard cock over my jeans, and she glances down for a second. When our eyes meet again, Mia grabs my wrist, pushes my finger into her mouth, and sucks hard.

“Fuck, Mia.” I tilt my head back against the top of the bench and suck in a deep breath. “I wish that was my cock you were sucking.”

She releases her grip on me, my hand dropping to her waist. “You would like that, huh? I’m still waiting for that apology you owe me.” A smirk touches her lips.

“I fucked up. I shouldn’t have left without saying anything to you. You should know by now that I’m an asshole. Relationships are not my thing, but fuck if I don’t want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.”

Keeping her palms on my thighs, she leans forward, swaying her hips to jiggle her tits that are practically falling out from the low-cut top. “Sorry, I’m not feeling it.” She chuckles. “I need to feel how sorry you are for being a dick.”

Gripping her hips, I dig my fingers into her skin and lift her on top of me. She attempts to wiggle free from my strong grip, but instead of fighting me, she pins my legs between hers and gives in to me.

“Fight me all you want, little lamb,” I whisper against her lips. “It turns me on.”

She frowns. “I’m still mad at you.”

I hold her arms tighter and pull them above her head to pin them together. “Then why did you want to learn how to give me a lap dance?”

“So I could fuck with you.”

I laugh. “And how is that plan working out for you?”

She glances up at her bound arms, knowing she can’t get away from me if she tried. That’s not what she wants. We both know it.


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