Foolish Games: A BWWM Romance (Game of Chance Book 1) Read Free Page A

legs further apart, his knee dragging over Zenobia’s pussy through her dress and panties.
    “Fuck,” Zenobia cursed, forehead thumping against the closed door, Grant’s hard dick digging against the back of Zenobia’s leg.
    “I think you knew,” Grant purred, massaging her nipple and lapping at the back of Zenobia’s neck with tiny, kitten-like licks, “All through the night, all your cute little smiles, your legs knocking into mine, the teasing, the touches…”
    Zenobia gasped, her hands scraping at the rug underneath her knees. Grant bit lightly on Zenobia’s earlobe, and Zenobia moaned again, grinding down against Grant’s knee, trying to squeeze her legs shut to keep the friction going.
    Grant chuckled under his breath and worked his other leg in between the span of Zenobia’s, keeping them as far apart as he could in the narrow hallway. “My way tonight,” he whispered as he slid his hands down Zenobia’s sides.
    Zenobia let out a ragged moan, burying her face in her crossed arms. She had never been so shamelessly turned on since…better not go there at all. Breathing in harsh, erratic pants, she arched her back like a cat, feeling the heat of Grant’s body seeping through the layers of clothing.
    Zenobia itched to get him naked, feel the slick hotness of skin on skin, the shocking jolt of cold marble under her, the burn of the rug against her knees.
    “Grant,” she moaned, almost begging, throwing her head back, her neck stretched taut and inviting.
    Grant leaned down, his mouth slowly trailing down the unmarked skin of Zenobia’s throat, peppering tiny bites all down to the hollow of her throat, his tongue immediately following, wet and hot, soothing the sting.
    Zenobia lost herself in the sensation, the line between pleasure and pain blurring deliriously. She was hyper aware of the fact that they were rubbing and rocking against each other, kneeling in front of her front door at the end of a brightly lit hallway where every other neighbor could potentially walk in on them. Zenobia’s teeth sunk in his bottom lip, trying to keep in the prolonged moan that longed to get out of him. She didn’t know up from down anymore. 
    Grant’s fingers twisted in Zenobia’s hair, grinding down against the curve of his ass, as though he was trying to fuck her through their jeans. Zenobia spread her legs wider, panting wetly against his joined arms, rocking back against Grant’s hard crotch greedily. Little spots of light erupted in front of Zenobia’s eyes, Grant’s lips puckered around a spot of skin right behind Zenobia’s ear, teeth pulling, blood rushing to the surface in a purpling bruise.
    “Grant…” Zenobia groaned, pushing back against his hard dick, straining the fabric of his pants, “Fuck, Grant, please, I need more…”
    “What do you need?” Grant panted, pulling her back up with the grip on her hair. He sucked on the hollow of Zenobia’s throat, feeling the flutter of her heartbeat as she swallowed hard.
    “Anything—anything, for the love of—Grant—” All of Zenobia’s blood rushed downwards, making her feel slightly dizzy. She felt Grant’s other hand leave the small of her back to run across her side. Zenobia let out another groan as he slipped his hand into her bra and rubbed a finger over her hard nipple.
    “Please…”
    Grant’s straining erection rocked sensually against her, digging as he rose up a little on his knees. The hand on Zenobia’s breast traveled upwards, slowly pulling down the straps of her dress. Grant removed his mouth from Zenobia’s neck and brushed his fingertips against Zenobia’s lips.
    Zenobia gasped, her mouth parting immediately to allow Grant full access. Grant thrust two fingers inside, his thumb rubbing sensually against Zenobia’s jaw as Zenobia took his fingers lewdly, her tongue sucking and twisting around them, imagining them to be Grant’s dick and making soft noises of pleasure as he pushed them in as far as they would