Play With Me (Playing for Keeps, #2)

by Becka Mack

“Yeah, it’s like this.” Carter rests his palm on the mirror again, looking over his shoulder. “My name is Carter Beckett, and I have a hockey butt.” “It’s more like this.” I clear my throat and wiggle my shoulders, getting into position, one hand on the knot of my tie, the other on my hip. “My name is Garrett Andersen”—I peek over my shoulder—“and I have a hockey butt.” Carter shoves me out of the way with his hip. “My name is Carter Beckett,” he murmurs, husky and low. He swings his head over his shoulder, eyes hooded as his hip juts, sliding one hand over his right butt cheek. “And I have a hockey butt.” I flip up the tail of my suit jacket and squat low, casting a heavy, heated glare over my shoulder. It’s the kind I reserve for luring Jennie to the bedroom. “My name is Garrett Andersen …” I bounce into my squat, hand moving in a circle over my butt cheek, and pump my brows. “And I have a hockey butt.” “Damn,” Carter murmurs, head bobbing slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s it.”