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above each table and the brick walls decorated with assorted signage. Derek
ordered them Coronas then pulled her across the sticky floors to a secluded
table, tucked in an alcove away from others. He began to rack the balls.
She picked a pool cue, the weight a
familiar comfort in her hands.
“This one okay?” She didn’t want to give
away her game too early.
He reached for it, tested its weight and rolled
it on the table to check for warping. “It’s fine.” He handed it back, his smile
so sexy, she almost whimpered.
“Now for the basics. You want to relax.” He
leaned over the table, demonstrating while he spoke. “Hold your fingers like
this as the base for your cue stick. Slide the cue along your base before
striking the white cue ball.”
She bent forward, braced her hands on the
edge in imitation.
“Keep the motions smooth,” he reminded her.
“Like this?” She felt sort of mean but didn’t
stop.
“Yes.” Derek stood behind her. She felt his
heat and shivered in reaction.
“You cold?” His big hands settled on her
shoulders, the touch electric, making her nipples hard. He massaged her, kept the
pressure light and she closed her eyes in pleasure. She wanted to drop her head
and arch back in invitation but didn’t.
“Better?” He smoothed her arms from shoulder
to wrist and up again. Each pass raised the fine hairs on her arms. He pressed
forward and caged her in until he positioned them behind the cue ball.
In that moment, she understood why so many of
her sorority friends had played dumb during college when it came to pool. They
hadn’t cared about learning, the lure had been this
illicit pleasure.
So much for graduating summa cum laude,
she’d been an idiot.
While she’d dominated men, showed off her
skills and earned their respect, her sisters had soaked up their attention. Had
she known the pleasure of a man’s arms wrapped around her while he slid the cue
back and forth, she might have played dumb as well.
“Ready?” She caught a hint of peppermint he
was so close.
She turned her head and met his chocolate
colored gaze. The color reminded her of her weakness for the decadent
sweetness. She licked her lips. His gaze tracked the wet trail. It made her
want to do it again but she didn’t, knowing what happened after she indulged
when she knew she shouldn’t.
Guilt.
But this sort of guilt couldn’t be erased
with an extra exercise session. Tempting Derek would be unwise even if she
wondered how he’d taste.
She swallowed and nodded.
“You want to look down the pool cue and visualize
a target on the ball.” He wrapped himself around her and her girl parts danced
with excitement.
“Pull back, still keeping your eye on the target,
and accelerate through.”
The cue ball struck the rack of balls and a
colorful explosion ensued from the point of contact.
“That opening move is called a break,” he
said while she watched a striped yellow fall into a corner pocket.
She stood and he followed more slowly, his
body brushed against hers.
“Nice. Thank you.”
He stepped back, his movements slow as if
he was reluctant to move away.
“Now it’s still your turn since you got one
in. Remember to aim for all the striped balls while I’ll focus on the solid
colored balls. But whatever you do, don’t pocket the eight ball, the black one,
until you pocket the others or you’ll scratch.”
She nodded then remembered she wasn’t
supposed to know the rules. “What’s a scratch?”
“That’s when you lose and I win.”
Anabelle eyed the purple striped ball, stroking
the pool cue back and forth. The slow and rhythmic motion captured Derek’s
attention.
“That’s perfect Anabelle,” he said with a
rough voice.
She turned and eyed him. “Let’s make this
interesting, shall we?”
“What do you want to play for?” He looked
interested even though he didn’t seem to see her as competition.
Poor Derek.
She tried to dredge up some sense of guilt
but couldn’t.
ordered them Coronas then pulled her across the sticky floors to a secluded
table, tucked in an alcove away from others. He began to rack the balls.
She picked a pool cue, the weight a
familiar comfort in her hands.
“This one okay?” She didn’t want to give
away her game too early.
He reached for it, tested its weight and rolled
it on the table to check for warping. “It’s fine.” He handed it back, his smile
so sexy, she almost whimpered.
“Now for the basics. You want to relax.” He
leaned over the table, demonstrating while he spoke. “Hold your fingers like
this as the base for your cue stick. Slide the cue along your base before
striking the white cue ball.”
She bent forward, braced her hands on the
edge in imitation.
“Keep the motions smooth,” he reminded her.
“Like this?” She felt sort of mean but didn’t
stop.
“Yes.” Derek stood behind her. She felt his
heat and shivered in reaction.
“You cold?” His big hands settled on her
shoulders, the touch electric, making her nipples hard. He massaged her, kept the
pressure light and she closed her eyes in pleasure. She wanted to drop her head
and arch back in invitation but didn’t.
“Better?” He smoothed her arms from shoulder
to wrist and up again. Each pass raised the fine hairs on her arms. He pressed
forward and caged her in until he positioned them behind the cue ball.
In that moment, she understood why so many of
her sorority friends had played dumb during college when it came to pool. They
hadn’t cared about learning, the lure had been this
illicit pleasure.
So much for graduating summa cum laude,
she’d been an idiot.
While she’d dominated men, showed off her
skills and earned their respect, her sisters had soaked up their attention. Had
she known the pleasure of a man’s arms wrapped around her while he slid the cue
back and forth, she might have played dumb as well.
“Ready?” She caught a hint of peppermint he
was so close.
She turned her head and met his chocolate
colored gaze. The color reminded her of her weakness for the decadent
sweetness. She licked her lips. His gaze tracked the wet trail. It made her
want to do it again but she didn’t, knowing what happened after she indulged
when she knew she shouldn’t.
Guilt.
But this sort of guilt couldn’t be erased
with an extra exercise session. Tempting Derek would be unwise even if she
wondered how he’d taste.
She swallowed and nodded.
“You want to look down the pool cue and visualize
a target on the ball.” He wrapped himself around her and her girl parts danced
with excitement.
“Pull back, still keeping your eye on the target,
and accelerate through.”
The cue ball struck the rack of balls and a
colorful explosion ensued from the point of contact.
“That opening move is called a break,” he
said while she watched a striped yellow fall into a corner pocket.
She stood and he followed more slowly, his
body brushed against hers.
“Nice. Thank you.”
He stepped back, his movements slow as if
he was reluctant to move away.
“Now it’s still your turn since you got one
in. Remember to aim for all the striped balls while I’ll focus on the solid
colored balls. But whatever you do, don’t pocket the eight ball, the black one,
until you pocket the others or you’ll scratch.”
She nodded then remembered she wasn’t
supposed to know the rules. “What’s a scratch?”
“That’s when you lose and I win.”
Anabelle eyed the purple striped ball, stroking
the pool cue back and forth. The slow and rhythmic motion captured Derek’s
attention.
“That’s perfect Anabelle,” he said with a
rough voice.
She turned and eyed him. “Let’s make this
interesting, shall we?”
“What do you want to play for?” He looked
interested even though he didn’t seem to see her as competition.
Poor Derek.
She tried to dredge up some sense of guilt
but couldn’t.
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