He rolled to one side and his hands slipped across the damp skin of her torso, holding on to her with deliberation. He reached down to her open legs and thrust two fingers inside her.
She cried out and her knees came up, her thighs resting against the muscle of his arm. He laughed, wickedly, and the sound of it made her shiver. He began rocking his fingers inside her, his thumb sliding up to her clit. It was full and exquisitely raw with sensation in the aftermath, and he stroked his thumb tip lightly across it, drawing another moan from her. She contracted against his fingers. The smell of sex was heavy between them, her rich cream spreading in his hand.
"You're quite a woman," he whispered, and there was admiration in his eyes.
Even though he seemed generally impressed by her, he was as patronizing as ever, but she was powerless to respond. His thumb had found its rhythm, circling her clit, each slow movement releasing another blissful pang of pleasure, causing her to moan and arch her body. He had caught her before the last orgasm had completely left her body, and she felt little consciousness, only the physical response to his firm fingers on her throbbing sex. Everything was focused there. Her reactions were mindless; she was purely physical in her abandon.
"Come for me again, I want to watch you properly this time," he breathed.
Like he could order me to come.
But maybe he could, or maybe he could make it happen at will. He seemed determined, and the heat that had barely left her began to build as he worked her with his hand.
"Bastard," she whispered.
"Not enjoying it?" He lifted an eyebrow and grinned.
"You know I am!"
He gently increased the motion of his fingers and she raised her upper body from the bed, impaled by the motion of his fingers, her hands grasping at his body without strength. Climax descended on her suddenly, no cry this time, only her breath fluttering slowly to a pause as the intense moment of the peak hovered within her body, and then breath came back into her lungs. She draped over his shoulder, locking her thighs on his arm and rocked herself back and forth until the heat had died away. Then she wilted against him.
After a quiet moment, he rolled her into the bed.
"Yes, I do believe you enjoyed every moment of that, despite some initial resistance." He gave a dark chuckle.
That was when she first knew for sure that it was all a game to him, everything, right down to who had the most sexual power. Looking up at him through the haze of her pleasure, she understood that this was just the same as everything outside the bedroom door had b
een between them.
But if he wanted to play, she was up for it.
"Maybe...just maybe I enjoyed that," she replied, her tone measured, as he lay down beside her.
He laughed again, softly.
"Just maybe..." she added.
"Definitely," he sparred. "Certain physical responses on your part gave you away, my dear."
Amused as she was by his cock-sure attitude intruding on her current state of bliss, she couldn't help indulging in some scheming of her own. He obviously wanted her to tell him how wonderful he was, and what a good lover he was—to put the final polish on his victory. Well, if he thought she was going to turn into a weak-kneed, dizzy woman and fawn all over him, he had a surprise coming.
As she began to relax into the bed his hand caressed the outline of her body, tenderly, in the aftermath of their passion. Strangely, it was the most intimate gesture he had offered her. She sensed there was affection there, too.
She smiled to herself.
From that moment on, each game-playing weekend ended in game playing of the sexual kind.
Chapter Three
Shaun watched as his weekend games host and boss, Ray, sidled over to his area of the office, cup of coffee in one hand. Ray nodded at his staff as he passed them by. Shaun sensed Ray was on his way over to him, he also sensed he wasn't coming to talk about work. The coffee cup gave that away. The twinkle in his eye suggested it as well.
He drew to a halt by Shaun's work cube and nodded in greeting. "How's it going?"
"We'll complete the Thomson rebuild on schedule." Shaun swiveled his chair to face his friend, who was also the man who paid his wages. "But you knew that already. What can I do for you, Ray?"
Ray chuckled, entered into Shaun's cube, and perched on the edge of Shaun's desk, cradling his coffee cup in one hand. "You're an intuitive man and I like that. People fascinate me. You know, watching them play, watching them negotiate with each other."
Shaun sat back in his chair, balanced the pen he was holding between his hands, and lifted one eyebrow. Ray was talking about Tina. Was his boss aware of their more intimate involvement? He was pretty sure everyone had sensed the tension between himself and Tina, right from the beginning. God knows there were enough sniggers and comments about it during the gaming sessions, but he thought they'd been discreet about acting on their attraction. He figured Ray wasn't quite sure how far it had gone, and he was a gambler, a wily one at that.