All Chapters of Playing with the Enemy: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

My whole gang knew Jayden Malroy wasn’t a client or a debtor. They had seen him with me over the years. Coming and going as he pleased.How many times had he bought drinks and other shit for my people? How many boys’ kids did he get gifts for when they graduated or won some award or something in school?What fucking debtor, or customer of ours, did that?He was not one of us. Never got involved in our work. But he was a constant, however removed. A constant that was now done.I closed my eyes and felt Barry beside me before I felt his breath on my forehead.“Boss, let me bring him here. Or to the boat club,” he said, keeping his voice low.“To my house?” I rumbled, glancing up.“We don’t know how close that blonde fuck is watching us. I can put him in the trunk, drive into the garage, and tie him up in the basement. The madam don’t have ta know.”I stared at my man.

I reined it in as my angel glowered. Wheezing, I continued, “Don’t fight him. It won't end.”Marcus was eyeing me now. Some fire had left his eyes, but not all of it.A tremor crossed his brow, and he narrowed his eyes at me. “I can’t handle him… But you can?” he rumbled.I shook my head. “I’m not handling him,” I wheezed. “I’m letting him have what he wants. Once he gets bored again, he’ll leave me –”“How?”“What?”“How do you know this?”“Because I know him.”“And will you be whole when he’s done?”I stared at him. He held my gaze.I straightened, squaring my shoulders. “Maybe,” I wheezed. “Maybe not. But he will leave, and no one else will be hurt, damaged, or injured for his whims.”He shifted on his feet, as if girding himself for a battle.“Except you.”“I can take it. I can take him.”“You don’t have to, Jay.”“I do have to. Alone, Marcus.”His marble expression wa

He gasped against me as I worked him fast, my chest pressed against his as we both tried to keep it down.There was no one in the restroom when we entered. But this was a busy venue, and not one of my reserved spots where I could do anything freely; this was a public place, filled with common people, however high-priced those commoners were.He had braced himself, one hand on the wall at his side, the other on the door behind me. I was kissing his neck as my hand kept working.His hard dick was fighting for space in his pants, but I didn’t let it out; I didn’t set it free. His waist was rolling as he did his best to push himself into my hand, which didn’t have quite enough space for me to get a good grip.I bit down lightly; he gasped.I knew how to keep my clients happy.As he kept pumping, I kept rubbing, using my fingers more than my palm. It was nowhere near enough to get him off. But we were in a meeting, so it was fin

Head still back, he stretched, long arms held away from his body, a deep groan escaping his lips.My eyes drank him in, from his wide chest and flat belly, to the narrow cut of his waist, the subtle rise at his center, down to his straight legs. I stilled my racing heart.He faced me. “Let’s do it!” he shot back.I turned, raising my hands above my head, stretching. My racket hung down my back, as I kicked my legs out, pretending shake out my muscles, while letting something else loosen as well.If he were watching, he would see the muscles of my lower back and the curve of my ass. I had chosen my sportswear with care.I walked forward, getting into position for the final round, then I touched my toes. I didn’t bend over like some teenager.I bend my knees back, pulling at my toes, stretching my thighs with each turn, standing on tiptoe to strain my calves.My shorts were clinging to me, but not in an exaggerat

“I’ll take care of –”“Pleeeassee,” he stressed, his face red, his breath coming in short gasps.I sat back, still on him.“What’s wrong?” I tilted my head slightly, my shoulders slouching.“This, Jayden. This is wrong,” he gasped, waving a hand at the two of us, me sitting on him, him pushing against my ass with his friend, who was being far more honest than his lips.“But we’re –”“Adults, who should behave as such,” he snapped, his gaze clearing, the fire from earlier being replaced by something more formal.I pressed my lips together. “Oh. I see,” I droned, standing.He didn’t join me.I stalked off, putting my top pack on. I threw my bottles and rackets into my bag and slung it over my shoulder.As I walked out, he called out behind me. He was standing now. I stopped in my tracks, staring ah