Playing Hard to Master (Masters Unleashed 2)

“Um . . .” She looked over her shoulder at Ambrose, whose eyes gleamed with sexy menace. “Maybe two.”

Max whistled. “I’d say don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, but I know you will anyway.”

“Two.”

“Yes, two. I’m setting my timer.” He mwahahahaed and hung up. Jerk. Why Max was one of her best friends, she had no idea. Probably because he gave good advice, didn’t judge her, and could keep his mouth shut. That and they liked the same movies.

She turned back to Ambrose and laid her phone on the bookcase.

For an awkward moment she wasn’t sure what to do.

“Come sit.” He patted his lap.

Uh . . .

He arched a brow at her, apparently not interested in her momentary self-consciousness regarding lap sitting and her curves. But at his size, at least he’d be hard to squish.

Everly eased herself down onto his thighs and tried not to make eye contact.

“Mmm.” He ran his hand reverently along her thigh. “So tell me what you like.”

The toys weren’t enough? She hated these conversations. It was more fun to play and safeword when she had to, although some guys hated having to change course in the middle of a scene.

“Normally, I’d give you a checklist to fill out, but this wasn’t exactly planned.”

“You don’t walk around with hard copies in your pocket? That’s poor planning.” She tsked and shook her head at him. “What happens when you have hordes of kinky girls chasing you and you have no checklists?”

“You have a very pretty mouth.”

Everly got flustered again, and found herself sitting still and blinking at him.

While he had her mentally off balance, he kissed her. Unlike most guys she’d played with over the years, he was in no hurry. He kissed her like kissing was his entire goal for the day, like it was better than beating her or fucking her. Like they were in high school and kissing was her limit.

She kept waiting for something to happen, but until she relaxed and reciprocated, an

d started getting both turned on and starry-eyed, he didn’t go any further. Max was going to call back and her biggest injury would be chapped lips.

Eventually, he pulled away. “I’ve been thinking about that since the club.”

“Kissing me?”

He smiled, his eyes half-lidded and hazy. How could such a big brute of a man be so sexy?

A big hand slid into her hair, and he kissed her again, but this time he took control of her mouth, kissing her with more passion. Her inner high school girl started longing for backseats and lost underwear.

As if on cue, his free hand snuck up the front of her sweater. He cupped one of her breasts and made a sound like he was pleased. His thumb ran over her nipple, teasing, circling. Vanilla shouldn’t be turning her on so much. Disgusted with herself, she squirmed in his lap.

“I don’t like vanilla,” she murmured.

“Mmmhmm. You don’t not like it.” He kissed her again, proving she was a liar. “Rushing things is fun sometimes, but we have no reason to rush today. Unless you have somewhere to be?”

“No, Sir.”

Ambrose coaxed her up and led her to a bare wall, then stripped her clothes off with the exception of her bra and panties, which matched. For a moment, her coordinated undergarments made her feel like she had her shit together. When she’d dressed this morning, this hadn’t been on the agenda.

If he wasn’t into curvy girls, he could make a living acting on Broadway. He turned her toward the wall.

“Put your palms flat against the wall.”