Play Right: Older Man Younger Woman Romance (Manhattan Bachelors Book 2)

by Matilda Martel

  “Hold on a second, sweetheart. Me first.”

  Nine

  Ajax

  This isn’t like me. I’m not a fly by the seat of my pants kind of guy. I don’t hop into bed with women. But this is Georgia. Beautiful, sweet, vivacious, curvaceous and salaciously wet Georgia. I’m going out of my mind. And she’s not playing fair. After she used her tits to dry hump my cock, I decide we’ve crossed the point of no return. I typically have an iron will, but there’s no need to apply for sainthood.

  First things first. This bra needs to go. A quick flick of the wrist and her lacy bra flies across the room. She giggles sweetly and her hands instinctively jump to shield her full, gorgeous breasts from my lecherous view. She’s not quick enough. With a hungry growl, I cup them and bring my mouth to her left nipple---the same tight nipple that’s been taunting me since she first sat down at the coffee shop. She goes limp, falls into the bed and takes me with her. I happily go wherever she takes me.

  Her smooth skin invites my adoration. Her scent, uniquely hers but with a hint of rose, demands my attention. As I travel down her torso, licking, biting, listening to the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard, I want to unwrap this gift and claim every inch as my own.

  She’s exquisite. A treasure beyond my wildest dreams. I want to drown in her every night for the rest of my life. If she’ll have me. She’ll have to take me. There’s no way I can live without her now.

  When I reach the subtle curve of her hips, a feral growl emerges from the pit of my stomach and a primal urge I never knew existed comes charging forward. Without thinking, I rip her tiny panties off with my teeth, shake my head like a wild animal stunning its prey and toss them to the side.

  She gasps, then squeaks a tiny laugh. “Ajax! Oh my goodness.”

  “I haven’t even begun, baby.” As the scent of Georgia’s sodden pussy drifts into my nostrils, my eyes twitch and the corners of my mouth stretch into a sinister grin. Jesus Christ, I’ve just died and gone straight to heaven.

  I take a deep breath and inhale every molecule as my mouth waters and my pulse jumps into hyperspace. Staring into the last pussy I ever want to taste, I bite my lip, fight to steady my racing heart and take a long, slow lick down the center. My heart stops. The sweet taste is too much to bear. I feel ravenous for her honey, for her climax. I want to hear her scream, wail for mercy then beg for cock. As a soft moan flutters from her full lips and her hips sway against the sheets, I grip her thighs and feast.

  “Ajax!” She lifts her ass, digs her fingers into the mattress and loses her mind.

  She’s not alone. I lick, suckle, seek, swirl my tongue in every direction until I hear that perfect pitch, that call of sweet surrender that tells me I’ve struck gold. Without further delay, I zero in and stroke with precision until the tension spreads. Her trembles build to thrashes as she calls my name and peaks into a symphony of wails.

  “Give it to me, Georgia. Come in my mouth or I’m giving your part to someone else.” I’ve lost my grip on reality. The pervert has taken charge and is now threatening her employment.

  She arches her back and as her breath hitches in a low, shuddering moan she hollers her reply, “Oh no, please! Don’t take my part! A little more and I’ll come so hard for you.” She pulls my hair and pushes my head down, smashing my mouth into her slippery cunt.

  But she’s no match for my lust.

  I feed in a ferocious frenzy, appeasing my appetite for Georgia with a succession of rapid-fire strokes that send her hips into orbit. In seconds, she comes undone. With my mouth on her clit and my fingers deep in her walls, she erupts in an earth-shattering howl that makes her grasp a nearby pillow to muffle the noise. I’m in love. Goddamn. This girl is perfect for me.

  “Oh my God, Ajax.” She pulls me towards her, and I kiss my way up her torso, relishing her dewy skin and dazed expression.

  “I aim to please, baby.” I bring my lips to hers and run my hands down her trembling body. I need to make love to her. I can’t wait another minute.

  “Do you? Do you want to please me?” She flutters her lashes and runs a finger down my sweaty face.

  “Of course, I do.” I stare, perplexed.

  “Will you change the ending?” She moves in for a kiss, but I hold her back.

  “What did you say?”

  Ten

  Georgia

  “What’s with the sour puss?” Mama grabs my chin and glares into my swollen eyes. “Something’s wrong. Tell me, now. Don’t lie to your mother.”

  I wiggle out of her grasp. “Stop that. Let me have my secrets.”

  She sucks in a breath, fans herself with her napkin and turns to my sister, Gina. “Secrets? We see her once a year. She hardly ever comes home, and this is the greeting we get?”

  Gina quickly comes to my defense. She has no choice. I have years of dirt to spill if she ever gets sassy with me. “She was here two months ago. Leave her be. Maybe she’s upset. She’ll tell us when she’s ready.”

  My indignant mother places her shaky hand over her heart and sighs. “I try to do right by my girls. I raised them all by myself. I sacrificed, scrimped and saved to send them to the best schools, worked my fingers to the bone...” She holds out her perfectly manicured hand laced with more fine jewels than a socialite.

  I interrupt her pity party and swat her hand away from my face. “Cut that out. Sacrificed, my ass. Daddy left you tons of money. I’m not telling you. Just drop it and concentrate on your favorite daughter.” I point to Gina.

  She covers her mouth in horror. Drama queen. “I don’t play favorites! Besides, it’s obvious you’re in love. Sad eyes. Dark circles from crying. You haven’t touched anything on your plate, and you’ve checked your phone seven times since we sat down fifteen minutes ago. If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I’ll follow you to that theater and find out!” She mimics me and crosses her arms on her chest.

  “Try it, lady! I’ll have them throw you out!” I reach for my juice and tense when I feel a soft vibration come from my purse. Thank goodness, it’s a text.

  Tabitha: Hey, Georgia! Ryan wants to know if you need a ride for today’s table read? We can have a car pick you up in two hours.

  Tabitha? Why didn’t Ajax text? Why is he still mad? It’s been two goddamn days!

  Me: No. I’ve got a car. Give Ryan my thanks. I’ll be there at 1:00.

  Tabitha: You okay?

  Me: Oh God. Why? What did Ajax say?

  Tabitha: Nothing. He’s hardly said a peep all weekend. But he’s not himself. It’s probably nothing. He’s stressed about the play. He obsesses. I’ll see you soon!

  Me: Bye!

  I toss my phone in my bag and lift my gaze to find two pairs of suspicious eyes glaring at me from across the table, waiting for an explanation.

  “Who’s that Mija? Was that your boyfriend?” My mother wastes no time.

  I stand, straighten my skirt and place my napkin on the table. “I need to freshen up. Not that it’s any of your business, but I don’t have a boyfriend.”

  As I walk away, she mumbles the last word. "And you never will, with that attitude.”

  The skies would fall from the heavens if she didn’t get the last word.

  With a pair of clenched fists at my sides, I march across the restaurant, duck a pair of poorly hidden camera phones and grumble profanities under my breath.

  Why did he have to be such a baby? I was kidding. Partly kidding. I didn’t really expect him to change the ending. I thought maybe he’d consider it since things were going so well and he appeared to be in such an excellent mood.

  How dare he accuse me of manipulating him!

  It was a suggestion. That’s all. And instead of letting me explain, he flew off the handle, scrambled off the bed and stormed out of the house. Poor thing must have stumbled all the way home without his glasses.

  I push the bathroom door open with my shoulder and walk with heavy steps into an empty stall. I should have called him. I should have explained myself or
said I was sorry for saying something so shitty after he’d given me two mind-blowing orgasms.

  I promise I was thirsty to repay the favor. I had plans. Filthy thoughts and nasty plans that were viciously dashed when he lost his temper and left me like a crumpled piece of tissue paper. Technically, I got all the pleasure, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t feel a teensy bit used and utterly unsatisfied. For heaven’s sake, I never got to see cock. I was ready, willing and able to ride him into the sunrise and he cheated me over a few silly words.

  Selfish jerk!

  I tried to apologize. I would have rocked his world and followed it up with blueberry pancakes for breakfast. My specialty. I don’t know what made me sabotage it. Is that what I did? Of course, I did. It’s what I always do. But I thought I’d be different this time. I thought I’d change when the right one came along.

  Why would I want to mess things up with the right man?

  Ajax said the right things. He made me feel the way I’ve always wanted to feel. The way I never thought I’d feel for anyone. Why the hell would I open my big fat mouth and deliberately fuck things up?

  Georgia Marie Madrid you really did it this time, didn’t you? Do you want a baby, missy? Well, do you? Because they’re not giving them away at the 7-Eleven.

  You and your little bullshit will be the freaking death of me. How the hell am I ever going to get my happy ending, my real happy ending, if you push the only man you’ve ever loved out of your life by acting like the spoiled rotten brat you know you are?

  Oh God, I am a brat. The realization hits me hard and I gasp out loud.

  “There you are!” My mother’s shrill voice calls out from behind the door. “I knew you were hiding in here. Stop talking to yourself and wrap it up. Your sister and I want to head to the stores.”

  I growl with exasperation and hit the back of the door. “Damn it! I’ll be right out!”

  Eleven

  Ajax

  “I’m not talking to you.” Tabitha shoves my rewrites into my chest and hauls ass towards the elevator. I’m fast on her heels. She’s not as quick as she used to be.

  “Tabby, look them over and edit what you can. The table read is in less than an hour. I’ll pay you extra.” I slide into the elevator and crowd her by the buttons.

  “No, sir. These are ridiculous. How many times did we edit the love scene? How many?” She points her bony finger into my chest.

  “Sixteen. But this is different.” I follow her out of the car and down the hall.

  “No. The only thing different is you screwed around with the talent. And I can’t look at you like this. You don’t even look like the same person. Are you trying to look sexy for Georgia? This is way too obvious. Where the shit are your glasses?” She knits her brow and wrinkles her nose while she feverishly swats the manuscript away.

  “What? Sexy? No! I lost my glasses and my spares are terrible. They make me look like a creepy serial killer. I don’t know why I listened to that damn optometrist. Now, I’m stuck wearing contact lenses and I feel exposed. Quit making me feel self-conscious and help me with these edits. The entire cast arrives in fifty-five minutes.” I rant as I march sideways, thrusting the pages into her line of vision.

  She sidles into my office and dumps her bags on my desk. With her hands on her hips, she gives me an accusing glare. “What happened? Why did you disappear all weekend? I text her two hours ago and when I asked if she was okay, she had reason to believe you’d shared some intimate details with me. Since I’m clueless, I denied it, but if you want my help, I suggest you spill it, mister. You know I hate being out of the loop. It’s not good for the baby.” She cuddles her bump.

  “What did she say? What did you say? You didn’t make me look stupid, did you?” My lovesick heart jumps into my throat.

  “No. I’m not revealing details until you tell me what happened. I gave you embarrassing details about Byron and I and let you meddle relentlessly. You’re gonna extend the same courtesy, starting...” She raises her wrist and looks at her watch. “Right now.”

  I cringe and exhale with grief. I’ve avoided Tabby for days. There was no way I could spend ten minutes around her and not regurgitate the wretched events of Friday night. She’d see right through me. She always does.

  I gaze into her big green eyes, shift to the door, switch to the window and back to her. She snaps her fingers. She knows I’m stalling.

  “Hold on. Let me get my thoughts together.” I mutter and pace.

  “You’re thinking of lies, Ajax.” She tries to move past me, but I hold my hand out and then point to my chair.

  “Give me a sec. It’s gruesome. I’ll get it out, but I need to pull my head together first. I’ve been avoiding this conversation for two days.” I run my fingers through my hair and violently pull it.

  “Gruesome?”

  I nod. “Dreadful. Just sit tight. There’s no way for me to spin this where I come out in a favorable light, but I need to explain why I behaved the way I did.”

  As Tabitha sits comfortably in my oversized captain’s chair, I replay every scene and rethink every word.

  I’m horseshit. I’m nothing more than a steaming pile of horseshit and I don’t deserve to live.

  I know I overreacted, but it’s too late to take it back. I left her. I walked out on Georgia. She was lying there shocked and naked, mumbling with remorse because my insecurities turned what might have been an innocent question into a giant scene of betrayal. And then, instead of reaching out, I hid away like a brooding ogre licking my self-inflicted wounds when I should have been begging the only woman I’ve ever loved to forgive my cowardice.

  Because I am a coward.

  Georgia had me. Holding her in my arms, hearing her call my name in the heat of passion and listening to the beat of her heart when I lavished kisses on her supple breasts threw me into such a dizzying state of euphoric bliss, I knew I’d be her slave until the day I died.

  And I could live with that.

  I could live with serving her every whim. Loving her, protecting her and satisfying her until she beats me off with a stick, but I knew I couldn’t endure being cast aside. Georgia Madrid is a movie star and I’m a fucking playwright.

  I’m nothing.

  I’ve longed to be with her for years. I’ve watched all her movies, yearning to meet her like some infatuated schoolboy, and she surpassed every single one of my fantasies. What are the odds my dreams would come true overnight? Slim to none. I’m a distraction. Nothing more. Maybe she didn’t mean exactly what she said, but it indicates much more. I’m a means to an end and the operative word is the end. This will end and if I invest one more second loving Georgia, I’ll never recover.

  And I’ll never write again

  A sudden shriek breaks through my lovesick daze. “Ajax! You’ve been zoned out like a lunatic for ten minutes and now I need to use the ladies’ room. You better be ready to dish by the time I get back or all hell’s breaking loose.” Tabby storms off and her temperamental bladder buys me five more minutes to calm my nerves.

  Twelve

  Georgia

  The car pulls up to the front of the theater where a group of fans and photographers have gathered to fawn over Michael Sheridan.

  The great sun god, Apollo, has arrived.

  Tall, ripped and too gorgeous to be real, he’s a nightmare. Seriously. Unless your makeup is on point, your outfit is the latest couture, and you’re having the best hair day of your life—no actress or model wants to stand anywhere near this pretty boy. His beauty is obscene and frankly, it’s feminine. Call me old-fashioned, but I expect to be the pretty one in the relationship.

  “There should be an alley entrance.” I point to a side street and the driver makes a quick adjustment. When he spots an open door, he parks as close as he can, and an attendant flags me in without a fuss.

  “Georgia! You’re early!” Two steps into the door, Ryan, the producer, welcomes me with arms stretched wide.

  “Hi Ryan. I believe Mic
hael is still being mobbed.” I make a face and give him a side hug.

  “Why did he go through the front? He knows those vultures would be parked out there.” He rolls his eyes and leads me to the elevators.

  “I think that’s exactly why he chose it.” I chuckle, then pipe down when Michael slides in behind us.

  “Georgie! Beautiful, scrumptious, juicy Georgie Madrid. How the hell are you, sweetheart?” He kisses the top of my head and twirls me into the elevator. He’s an incredible flirt. Perhaps my initial scheme might work after all.

  “Ryan! How’s it going?” They shake hands and he turns his attentions back to me.

  “Are we on for drinks after this?” He wags his eyebrows, smiles and gives me a sly wink. Stunned but amused, I can’t help but snort with derision.

  “Are you serious? Are these the sick moves you use on all your groupies?” At the sound of the bell, I march out of the car and follow a confused Ryan towards the conference room. Michael catches up quickly.

  Before we reach the room, he tugs me aside and offers a lame apology. “Stop busting my balls, Georgie. You know I think you’re hot. We’ll be working together for two months. Why not have a bit of fun?” His lips curve into a seductive smile and if I was fresh off the virgin truck and not a teensy bit in love with Ajax Easton it might have a slight effect on my lady parts. But sadly, I’m not and it doesn’t.

  I release a breath, sigh and hand him my tote bag. “Hold this. It’s heavy and you’ve yet to offer your gentlemanly support, jackass.”

  He grabs it and throws it over his shoulder. “Sorry, babe.”

  While he mumbles something dumb and flirtatious, I spy Ajax headed our way.

  I’m not ready. I thought I could brush this off, but I was wrong. This is awkward. The man saw me butt naked, in my birthday suit, legs wide open, dripping wet and begging for cock. His mouth was on my privates and if I didn’t call him Daddy, I thought about it a dozen times in the throes of passion.