“S-silly me,” she whispered.
“Now, let me see you make that shot.” He ran his
hands up along her legs.
Her body trembled and her hand wavered once before she took the shot, sinking the ball.
Casanova hooted.
“Oh, mama, game on.” Rocky cupped the curve of her ass.
He could swear he heard her purr in her throat. “You like what I do to you, don’t you?”
“Yes.” She swallowed. “But I’m still going to kick your ass at this game.”
He chuckled. “We’ll see.” Stepping back, he let her line up her next shot.
“Red ball, right side pocket.” She pointed her stick and he took in the stiffness of her frame. Anticipation could be a weapon that could give pleasure when wielded correctly and he found himself wanting to please this little woman more than he should. He sauntered over and ran a fingertip down her spine, careful to keep his distance from the rest of her body.
She inhaled and took the shot. It sank in smoothly. “I think I want you to keep making them. This is much more fun.”
Her breath came in tiny puffs of air he wanted to steal. Thoughts of sucking her plump bottom lip into his mouth had his cock straining against his jeans.
Evonne cleared her throat, rolled her neck and her shoulders, and then stood up straight. “B-blue ball, left corner pocket.” She walked around the table.
Rocky followed her every step of the way, gaining proximity until his body was flush up against hers.
Muscles tense, she leaned over and tried to line up her pool stick. Her hand wavered.
At her pause, he reached around to caress the skin of her thighs just below her miniskirt. “Do you think you could still make the shoot if my fingers were deep inside your pussy right now?” The clack of a pool stick meeting the cue ball made her jump. He placed a hand on her waist. “Feel what you do to me, Firecracker?”
“Yes.”
“Do you really want to finish this game?”
She nibbled at her bottom lip. “I—” She swallowed. “Y-yes.”
“Jesus Christ, do you want to make this a private party?” Casanova asked with shock.
“Firecracker?”
“I—” She licked her lips as she stalled.
He laughed. “Get the hell out of here, man,” Rocky said to Casanova, answering for her. “This is between her and me.” He slipped his fingers under her skirt and brushed her heated core through her panties. “So wet for me.”
Casanova backed out of the pool room.
Her eyes were wide and pupils dilated as she studied him over her shoulder.
He removed his hand and stepped back. “Choose your next shot.”
She bit her bottom lip again.
Unable to resist, Rocky leaned forward to flick over the swollen flesh of her lip with his tongue.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“You’re sexy when you’re so determined.”