The Games We Play Vol. 2 (Riley Grayson) by Elizabeth Nelson

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    Riley’s eyes widened. “What about dinner? After this, I’m hungry as ever.”
    She pulled her dress back up around her breasts and zipped it. “I’ll have the food brought to my condo. We can eat there. But you and I have a lot of half finished business to deal with.” She winked.
    Slouching in the seat, Riley adjusted himself and zipped his pants. The last thing he wanted was to spend the night at her condo fucking her. Maybe once he got there he could sneak a 9-1-1 text to Jackson and ask for a bail out. Jackson would come up with something good, a reason Riley had to leave immediately. They’d played this little game hundreds of times before. It was the trait of a good wingman. Not only did he help Riley find a woman, he would help Riley ditch a woman when needed.
    “How did you get so good, Riley?” Veronica laughed. “Seriously. That was the best orgasm I’ve had in months.”
    “Practice.” He smirked. Should he tell her he hadn’t even been trying? That it just came naturally to him? No, because then she’d demand he actually try, and that was just a lot more work than he wanted to put into tonight. And with her.
    “You have a girlfriend?”
    His thoughts flashed to Ali and a pang of something indescribable shot through him. “No. No girlfriend. Just a lot of friends.”
    Veronica smiled. “Well, feel free to add another one to your friend list.” She winked. “But before we do anything else, I think it would be prudent to set some ground rules considering our prior relationship, don’t you think?”
    “Sure. Whatever.” He was officially bored now. He wanted to go home or go out with Jackson. One thing was certain, if he had his way, he wouldn’t be in Veronica’s bed ever again after tonight.
    “Obviously no one at work can know about this. Ever. We could both lose our jobs.”
    “Yeah. Of course. Secret is sealed. Anything else?”
    “We never do this at work. No flirting, no nothing. No matter how tempting it might be.”
    Riley raised a brow and waited for her to continue. He’d had more than one fantasy about bending Veronica over her desk and pounding into her from behind. He wondered if she’d fantasized the same thing. Based on how she was acting right now, he was going to guess yes. Well, before he’d send Jackson a 9-1-1 plea, he might as well have some fun and show Veronica who really was in charge.
    “Never?” he asked, inching closer to her. His finger trailed up her leg and under her dress. She spread her legs for him. “So I can’t come into your office, bend you over your desk, and take your pussy hard and fast?” He rammed a finger inside of her and she cried out.
    “No.” The word was a breathless whisper.
    Riley removed his hand from between her legs and shrugged. “Too bad. It could’ve been the best orgasm of your life, Veronica.”
    She sighed, her legs still parted. “I have the same exact desk in my home office. You can do it there when we get to my house.”
    “Sure, but it just isn’t the same. It’s the thrill of getting caught, of worrying whether someone in the office will hear us, walk in on us, catch us naked and fucking like animals in heat.” Riley moved closer to her with each word, his voice a whisper directly into her ear. “There’s nothing like the surge of adrenaline while having sex . . . at work.”
    Veronica gave Riley a look that asked, ‘You’ve done that before?’ Then she turned to look out the window. “All right then. I’ll amend that last rule.”
    “Really?” Riley was shocked. She couldn’t be serious. She’d called his bluff.
    Veronica lifted her eyebrows, smiled and turned back to watch the world outside speed by.

CHAPTER 10
     
    Ali lay on her bed, cell phone in hand, staring at the picture Riley had sent her. The one of his hard cock. God she wanted him so damn bad. It was a want bordering on obsession. Her hand coursed down her stomach and into the waistband of her panties where her finger found