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  Playing House

  La Petite Mort Club Intimate Encounters

  Ellis O. Day

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  ISBN-13: 978-1-942706-51-9

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  Table of Contents

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  CHAPTER 1: Sarah

  CHAPTER 2: Nick

  CHAPTER 3: Sarah

  CHAPTER 4: Nick

  CHAPTER 5: Sarah

  CHAPTER 6: Sarah

  CHAPTER 7: Nick

  CHAPTER 8: Sarah

  CHAPTER 9: Nick

  CHAPTER 10: Nick

  CHAPTER 11: Sarah

  CHAPTER 12: Nick

  CHAPTER 13: Nick

  CHAPTER 14: Sarah

  CHAPTER 15: Nick

  CHAPTER 16: Sarah

  CHAPTER 17: Nick

  CHAPTER 18: Sarah

  CHAPTER 19: Nick

  CHAPTER 20: Sarah

  CHAPTER 21: Nick

  CHAPTER 22: Nick

  CHAPTER 23: Sarah

  CHAPTER 24: Nick

  CHAPTER 25: Sarah

  CHAPTER 26: Sarah

  CHAPTER 27: Nick

  CHAPTER 28: Sarah

  CHAPTER 29: Nick

  CHAPTER 30: Sarah

  Interviewing For Her Lover

  CHAPTER 1: SARAH

  The Voyeur

  CHAPTER 1: ANNIE

  The His Sub

  CHAPTER 1: TERRY

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  CHAPTER 1: Sarah

  Sarah grabbed the takeout and grocery bags from her car and walked into the house. “Hey, boys. Can’t pet you. Got my hands full here.” She tried to push past her two dogs, but that was no easy feat. Tank was a Belgian Malinois, a retired military dog, and Sweetie was a pit-bull mix. One of them alone could block the doorway but both together, wiggling and wagging their tails could push her back into the garage.

  “You need help?” hollered Nick from the living room.

  “No. I got it.” She squeezed between the two monsters and opened the laundry room door, stepping into the main part of the house.

  Nick sat on the couch, glancing up from his laptop. “Wow. You got a lot of food. Want some help putting it away.”

  “No. Thanks.” She headed into the kitchen. She was the luckiest woman alive. Not only was he gorgeous—black hair, brown eyes and a body she drooled over—but he was the most helpful man she’d ever met, never skimping on doing more than his share of housework.

  She dropped everything on the counter and began putting away the groceries. She slipped the dessert she’d gotten from her friend, Maggie, in the back of the refrigerator. She couldn’t have him chowing down on it now. She may need that sugary safety net to assuage his temper after she told him she’d volunteered them to watch Maggie’s three children this weekend.

  Nick loved kids. He probably wouldn’t mind babysitting but she should’ve asked him first. It’d been a spur of the moment thing and Maggie had been so excited. She couldn’t back out now. She grabbed the takeout bags, opening the premade salad and dumping it into a bowl. “You ready to eat?”

  “Always,” he answered.

  She jumped, her heart pounding. “You scared me.”

  “I see that.” Nick stood in the doorway, looking sexy as always—hair a little too long and mussed, dark eyes roaming over her. His worn jeans hugged his body, letting her know that he was semi-aroused and making her heart race for an entirely different reason than surprise.

  Would she ever quit turning into a quivering mess of desire when he looked at her? She hoped not, but she didn’t have to let him know how he affected her. It was good for him to have to work for it. “I got salad and Thai food.”

  “Salad and Thai food? What kind of combination is that?”

  “Salad is good for us and Thai…that sounded good to me. Since you wouldn’t tell me what you were hungry for when I called...” As soon as the words left her lips, she knew her mistake and her blood began to hum in anticipation.

  “Oh, you know what I’m hungry for.” He prowled closer. “What I’m always hungry for.”

  She moved to the other side of the table. They both knew how this would end but the game was always fun. “I meant to eat.”

  “Me too.” His grin widened and his eyes darkened as they rested on the juncture between her thighs.

  “For dinner. Eat for dinner.” Suddenly, she wasn’t so hungry.

  “Dinner can wait.” He stalked her.

  “The food will get cold.” She made sure to keep a table or a chair between them. The man was arrogance personified. She couldn’t make her surrender too easy on him.

  “Microwaves are a wonderful invention.”

  “Yes, they are but—”

  “Stop running from me.” He stepped closer and she moved away. “You know, I’ll catch you.”

  “I don’t know anything of the sort.”

  “I always win.”

  “There’s a first time for everything.” She had to admit she wasn’t exactly a loser in these games.

  “There is, but it won’t be tonight.”

  “It might be.” She kept circling the table, keeping pace with his steps.

  “Let’s bet.” His wicked grin made her knees and everything else melt. “Anything and everything. I want you naked and doing my bidding all night.”

  “Ha.” Hell, she’d do that anytime he asked, after she’d made him earn it. “That’s not going to happen.”

  “I think it will. Bet me on who wins this game.”

  “I don’t think so.” She smiled as Tank wandered into the room. “I have reinforcements.”

  “Please. We worked out our differences a long time ago. He’s on my side.” Nick stopped at the counter and grabbed two dog cookies from the container.

  “No fair. You’re bribing him.”

  His hot gaze roamed over her, making her shiver. “I’ll bribe you too if it’ll work.”

  “It won’t.”

  Tank trotted to the counter and Nick handed him a cookie.

  This was her chance. She raced out of the kitchen.

  “Shit.”

  She heard a cookie drop and then Nick was in the living room, only a few steps behind her. She headed for their bedroom.

  “That’s the right direction.” He ran after her. “Don’t you dare lock that door.”

/>   “Oh, I am so going to lock the door.” She flew into the room, flinging the door shut but he slammed into it before she could lock it. She grabbed the handle, trying to keep him from opening it. To lock it, she’d have to let go with one hand and that wasn’t going to work. She was barely keeping him out as it was. “Stop.”

  “That is not going to happen.”

  Her fingers clamped around the knob but it was no use. He was bigger and stronger than she was.

  “You’re cheating.” She laughed as the door slid open a crack. She threw her weight against it but he pushed her backward anyway.

  “How is this cheating?”

  “You’re bigger than me.” Her feet scrambled on the floor, trying in vain to keep him out.

  “I am that. And harder. Much, much harder. Painfully hard.” He gave one more shove and then stepped into the room and pull her into his arms. “Hello.” He kissed her.

  His lips were soft and sweet, his hands roaming over her back and ass. She sighed as his mouth lifted from hers, her body boneless, wet and eager for him. “Hi.”

  “I missed you.” He kissed her again, this one a little longer and deeper.

  “I was only gone a few hours.” She’d gone to therapy today and then the store.

  “Don’t care. I missed you.” His lips trailed down her throat and she tipped her head, giving him better access.

  The man had the mouth of a magician. Everywhere he kissed lit a fire. It didn’t matter where his lips touched—her nose, her knuckles—all paths linked to her pussy.

  “And just so you know.” He cupped her ass. “I win.”

  “You cheated.”

  “How? How did I cheat?” He lifted her and strode across the room.

  “You used your strength.”

  “That’s not cheating.” He tossed her on the bed and pulled off his shirt.

  “Is too.” This game wasn’t done yet. She rolled over and scrambled across the bed, dropping to the floor.

  He smirked at her, his broad muscular chest now bare and making her mouth water. She couldn’t wait to run her hands all over all that smooth, hot skin.

  “Nice try, but you’re not getting away.” He pulled off his belt.

  She forced her eyes away from him and took a small step toward the bathroom.

  “I don’t think so.” He stepped to the side, blocking that path.

  It was exactly what she’d wanted him to do. She grabbed a pillow, flung it at him and ran for the bedroom door.

  “Hey!”

  In a second, she was in the living room and heading for the garage, Nick right behind her.

  “Now, who’s the cheater?” His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back flush against his front. “I see you’re going to make me work for it tonight.” His lips trailed kisses down her neck as his hands cupped her breasts.

  “Of course.” She tipped her head and arched her back, pressing into his touch.

  His hands drifted to the bottom of her shirt teasing along the skin above her pants. He grabbed the shirt and lifted. She raised her arms and he pulled it off, tossing it on the floor. He unhooked her bra, kissing along her back and then down. She let the bra hang loose as he knelt behind her cupping her ass.

  He kissed the small of her back, grinning against her skin. “Wait right there.” He stood.

  “Where are you going?” Now that he’d caught her, she was eager to get on with the fucking.

  “You’ll see.” He took another step toward the kitchen and stopped. “I don’t trust you.”

  “What?” She really hadn’t thought about running again, jumping him maybe but escaping? Nope. “Me?”

  “Yeah. You.” He grabbed her hand—“you’re coming with me”—and dragged her into the kitchen. He spun a chair away from the table.

  “What do you want with that?” Images of her straddling him or leaning over it while he fucked her from behind filled her head and made her pussy melt. They’d both be fun and she couldn’t wait to do one of them and then later the other.

  “You’ll see.” He picked up the chair and nudged her with his shoulder, keeping her hand in his. “Go. Back to the living room.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “That’s a game for another time.” His voice was thick with desire.

  “Yes, it is. So is professor.” She grinned at him.

  He groaned. “We need to do that again. It’s been a while since the dirty professor has gotten any action.”

  “Yes, it has.” She did miss her professor.

  He put the chair down and then sat. “Now, come here I want to see your bra and panties.”

  She frowned at him, having no idea where he was going with this. “You can’t exactly miss the bra.” The only thing keeping it up was her hand.

  “And I saw it the other night at the Viewing, but I want to see it up close.”

  Ah, that was the game. Her legs quivered. This was going to end a lot differently than that first meeting. “No touching.”

  “Okay.” The sparkle in his eyes told her she was missing something.

  She moved closer, facing him and holding the loose bra against her chest.

  “Move your hands.”

  “It’s too loose.”

  “Not my problem.”

  “Ah. There’s the dick from that day. I knew he was around here somewhere.” He’d been a jerk but such a hot and sexy one that she’d still agreed to spend six nights with him. She was so glad she had. She’d planned on a few evenings of great sex and instead had found the love of her life.

  “And here’s the dick you’re going to get to know very well.” He grabbed one of her hands, placing it on his cock.

  She burst out laughing.

  “Hey, that does not help a man’s ego.” He dropped his hold on her hand.

  “Oh, please.” She cupped her bra to her breasts. “Your ego is made of armor; it never even dents.”

  “When you’re good, you’re good.”

  She rolled her eyes, but he was very good and they both knew it.

  “Now, move your hands.”

  “Okay.” She reached behind her to re-hook her bra.

  “Stop. No refastening of clothes.”

  “Who says?”

  “I do and…” He grabbed a paper from the coffee table. “It’s in our contract.”

  “Is it?” That paper was a flyer for a credit card.

  “It is. You agreed.” He tried not to smirk. “To everything I said.”

  She snorted. “Did I?”

  “Yep.” He lost his battle and one part of his mouth tipped upward.

  “Doesn’t sound like me.”

  “Don’t know about that. We just met, but you did agree.” His dark eyes danced with humor.

  “Hmm. I don’t remember that. I think I need to read it to see what I agreed to.”

  “You can read it later. Trust me on this one.”

  She raised her brow and he shrugged.

  “Okay.” Her brain wanted to argue, but her nipples were hard and her body wanted his hands on her. Sometimes, she had to let her body win. She dropped her hands to her sides. The bra stayed in place but gaped around her breasts.

  “Come closer.” The humor in his eyes had been replaced by lust.

  She moved forward, not even thinking about disobeying his command.

  “Closer.”

  “No touching, remember?” She had to stay in the game. They’d just met. She hadn’t even agreed to sleep with him, but her body wasn’t playing. It knew what pleasure those hands and lips could bring.

  “I remember.” He crooked his finger and she stepped closer, stopping right in front of his legs.

  “Bend down.” His eyes were locked on her chest.

  “You can see the bra from here.”

  “Not the inside.”

  “The inside?” That was new.

  “I want to see the stitching. Make sure it’s well made.” His eyes lifted to hers. They were dark and hot. “I don’t want anything marring
that perfect skin if I’m going to be in charge of it for six weeks.”

  “In charge. I know I didn’t agree to that.” She liked to be in control—to tease him and make him beg—and she also liked it when he was in charge.

  “But you did. You agreed to be in charge of my body and I’m in charge of yours.”

  “Oh. That could work.” Deliciously well. She shivered as she leaned forward, letting the bra gape, her pussy humming at the heated gleam in his eyes.

  “May I?” His eyes met hers as he held out his hand. “I won’t touch you.”

  “Yes.” She couldn’t deny him anything.

  He hooked his finger in the cloth between her breasts and pulled downward. She inhaled deeply, causing his finger to brush gently across her skin.

  His eyes darkened as he removed the bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her nipples puckered in anticipation as his gaze burned, hot and heavy on her breasts. He moved closer, his lips a fraction away from her painful peaks. Peaks that needed the soothing of his tongue and mouth.

  “Beautiful.” His hot breath teased over her skin and then he straightened. “Now, your underwear.”

  It took everything she had not to grab his head and pull him to her chest but their games were better the longer they played. “Okay, but remember, no touching.”

  He forced his eyes upward, a slight smirk on his handsome lips. “How could I forget?”

  She nodded and unbuttoned her jeans. She swore she could feel the heat from his gaze as his eyes locked onto her fingers. His nostrils flared as she unzipped her pants, sliding them slowly down before stopping when they were right above her pussy.

  “Keep going.” His voice was a rough whisper, his breath hot against her abdomen.

  “No. You can see my underwear.”

  He looked up at her, the muscle in his cheek throbbing. He was growing tired of the game and that made it so much more fun. She loved teasing him until he lost control.

  “I can only see part. I want to see all of them. How they fit your ass and”—his eyes gleamed—“how they cradle your pussy.”

  Her breath hitched and she cleared her throat, pushing down her desire. “That’s a problem.”