Playing with the Enemy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

He had spread my knees, so smoothly, so easily. He had pulled the towel at my waist down to under my buttocks.When he had actually opened my towel up, I didn’t know. It was as if I was witnessing everything in pictures. In stills. Section after section, with some parts missing.His hand from the bucket fed an ice cube into his mouth. He did not blink. He took my rod in, with the ice still there, and I stared. I wasn’t breathing. My brain had shut down.His head slid down, his tongue rolled, and I jerked up. My eyes wide, my mouth open.His head came up, the ice swirled. Hot tongue. Cold ice. The water, his saliva, and my precum all flooded down as my cock slid out of his throat, out of his mouth.But he didn’t release me. His head lowered, and he snorted, and from then on, scarfing sounds filled the air.He was devouring me.My thighs started to shake, uncontrollably. I lifted my hips with him as he came up again. His hand went back

My shirt wasn’t a button-down top. It was already cut. Open at the chest. No buttons at all. I didn’t have an inner shirt or vest. Either would have shown underneath, not aesthetic at all.The trousers and jacket were thick, heavy, almost like jeans. And they had a light shine, as if the clothes had been polished, also something I had never worn, and would never have picked out for myself.I aimed more for low-key outfits than what I currently had on.I adjusted my weight, pulling on the edge of my jacket, as I crossed my legs. Even my shoes were perfect. Didn’t feel tight in any place. Black dress shoes, no pattern or design on them.This get-up from my… I mused, my thoughts slowing. What is Jayden Malroy to me? What am I to him? After that –I flushed and re-crossed my legs, changing from right over left to left over right, as images from earlier that evening flashed in my mind.I refocused my gaze on the quickly passing

I kept on the elevated level; the same one I had walked in on. I moved from one end of the large room to the other; people pushed against me, more than half of them apologized.By the time made it back to the entrance side, I was laughing lightly and had a drink in my hand. Somewhere along the line, someone had handed me one from their table.I stood and watched the dancing crowd for a bit.Without any warning, an arm was suddenly around my waist. I didn’t even jump at that. The room was very full, and such things had been happening all night.I turned. A lady’s face was in mine.“Hello!” she chirped.I smiled at her. “Hello.”“You here alone?”I nodded, then shook my head.Her pretty eyes danced. She seemed a bit tipsy.“Not sure?” she yelled into my ear, then leaned back.I held her up. My arm around her back, hers still around my waist.She was swaying too much.I glanced around. “Where are

I, like half the room, if not more, was under the same effect. Though I was probably more strongly hit.I couldn’t believe my eyes, even as I drank him in.Jayden Malroy, my monster man, my iceberg. My… I didn’t know what to consider him as.He was walking toward my side of the room. Or more accurately, he was prowling forward. I wanted to hit a pause button and just feed off the sight.His jacket was gone. His top was sinful. His trousers were an abomination.His movements were like that of a hunter marking a room full of prey, deciding which one he wanted to feast on.It turned out that the shirt he had on, underneath his jacket, was sleeveless. Completely. The cut was high and deep, exposing not only his arms, but most of his shoulders and a tease of the sides of his chest.The top was completely covered, like a tank top with a mock turtleneck. It was both masculine and sensual at the same time, something that took great confidence

“Li–”“Sir.” The man bowed, cutting his ward off short.“What –”“My apologies,” Liam said quickly. He turned to the hulk behind him. “I told him I was fine outside.”Bash grinned. He slapped the driver-bodyguard on the back. The man’s feet did not move. Mine did. I took four steps to the side, waving my latest conversation partner away with a deferential smile. The man slid off. Nobody with half a brain needed any explanation of what could, very possibly, happen.Adrian shook his head. He wobbled. Liam did not move.“But… I don’t understand,” his voice implied otherwise. The young man understood. Perfectly.His eyes came up. His face darkened. He pointed a remarkably steady finger at his father’s man.His jaw clenched.His eyes trembled. He glanced at the table and picked up a particularly heavy-looking bottle.“Hey!” Bash called out, moving to stand in front of Liam. The bodyguard’s shoulders slumped two degrees