Playing Dirty (Leighton U, #4)

by C.E. Ricci

Unfortunately, Madden’s faster than me—and possibly a mind reader—grabbing my wrist before I can even take a step back toward Camden. His skin singes mine where it makes contact, and there’s an intensity in his gaze as he leans in a little closer. “Don’t worry, Theo. The only guy ending up in my bed tonight is you.”

“Play with fire, and you’re gonna get burned, Teddy Bear,” I utter, the warning coming out barely more than a gruff whisper. “Especially if you keep looking at me like that.”

And, fuck, does my cock take notice of just how sexy it is to be on the receiving end of a hand necklace.

“I hate that I want you,” I whisper, the words coming out in a snarl. His dark chuckle floats over my skin like satin. “About time we agreed on something.”

“Fuck. That’s it,” he growls against my throat before pulling back, meeting my gaze. “God, look at you. Are you gonna come for me?” The rasp and need in his voice causes my stomach to lurch, and I find myself nodding.

“Make me come.” How could I ever deny a request like that?

“You’re in so much trouble the next time I get my hands on you. I hope you know that.” “I’m looking forward to it.”