The Wrong Game (Love of the Game, #1)

by Kandi Steiner

“Good girl,” he said, and he hooked his thumbs in the straps of my thong, pulling it down my thighs all the way to my feet.

Did he eat your pussy like it was a cupcake again?”

“I love when you do that,” he whispered. “Do what?” “Exist.”

He smiled, shaking his head again before he pulled me in for another kiss. And this time, I felt that kiss in my bones, like the mark he’d been making was only skin deep, and now he was branding me for good. And right then, in that moment, I decided I wasn’t going to let fear rule me anymore.

“When you showed up at that second game,” I said, voice soft, just a whisper between us. “I said you’d never win. I said you were playing the wrong game.” I shook my head. “But it was me who was wrong. This was never a game. It was always real. And that’s why you couldn’t walk away… it’s why I couldn’t either. Why I still can’t.”