Master of the Game (Rush Series Book 3) by LR Potter Read Free Book Online Page A

not to care.
    “Okay,”
he rasped against her skin, as he tore at the fastening of his jeans, kicking
off his shoes simultaneously. He reached into his wallet and withdrew a condom
before kicking his pants aside. He sheathed himself before pushing her gently,
face front up against the cool plane of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. He pressed
the warmth of his body against her backside, the contrast causing crazy things
to happen to her psyche. She felt the hard length of his erection pressed
against the dip in her back. He grabbed her hands and pressed them palm flat
against the mirror and pushed back slightly. They both stood for a moment and
took in the sight before them. He met her eyes in the reflective glass as he
bent and licked and sucked against the salty skin of her neck seeking the vein
he’d watched at the doorway. The directness of his gaze made it nearly
impossible for her look away. She tipped her head to one side to provide him
the greatest access, the curtain of her hair swaying between them.
    In her
periphery, she watched as he slid his hands down her soft sides, the roughness
of them sending a shiver down her spine. She couldn’t contain the sharp inhale
of breath when she watched his hands slide over the flat planes of her stomach
until they dipped lower and lower, painfully, slow. Inside her head, she begged
him to hurry and reach their destination, but as if he could read her mind and
wanted to torment her, his hands slowed. She sucked in a ragged breath when his
hand dipped for just an instant and skimmed against her pulsating core of burning
need before gliding them back up and wrapping them around the lush orbs of her
breasts.
    “You’re
driving me loco,” she lamented.
    He
grinned as he bit gently into the space between her neck and her shoulder. He
twisted the darker tips of her breasts gently between his fingers. His body
tightened when he heard her whisper, dios . He watched them pucker in the mirror and felt himself
harden even further. With a growl, he slid his hands down to her hips and
pulled them back to him. Sliding his hands down her arms, he wrapped his hands
around her wrists and raised them and placed them around his neck backwards, so
that her arms were raised basically over her head and her breasts pushed
forward. He nuzzled his lips against her hair until he reached her ear.
    “Don’t
let go,” he whispered in a tone which didn’t bode for any argument.
    A
shudder ran through her at his demand as well as the feel of his lips against
the shell of her ear. She found she like the command in his tone. It spoke of
his confidence and assuredness to guide them through the delicate maze of
desire and passion. She closed her eyes when he brushed the back of his fingers
down her body.
    “Open
your eyes and keep them on the mirror,” he commanded softly.
    Her
mouth went dry at his authority. Keeping his eyes trained on hers, he lowered
himself beneath her slightly and gently guided his massive shaft toward the
scorching center of her body. He groaned at the slickness he found there. In
one quick plunge he entered her quickly and rose all the way into her depths.
He closed his eyes as she encased him, the feeling so exquisite. He pulled her
back into him until her head rested against his upper chest. With slow and even
movements, he rocked into her while both of them watched the coupling in the
mirror.
    Devon
knew she should probably have been scandalized by watching herself and this man
she’d picked up in a bar have sex in front of the mirror, but she found herself
strangely turned on by it. She watched the play of his muscles as he lowered
then raised them as he filled her over and over again. She watched as his hands
slid silkily up and down her curves and groaned.
    Alex
stared as her eyelids lowered to mere slits as the sensation of their
intertwined bodies began to overwhelm her. When she groaned and her lips opened
to form a small circle, he began to shove harder and faster into