Seduced by the Game (22 page)

Only this was Izzy. Not
three nameless, faceless women, and for reasons he couldn’t fathom, she did it
for him more than a VIP room full of horny, uninhibited women.

Izzy’s full lower lip fell
in a full-blown sexy pout. He held his breath, waiting to see what those
fingers would do with his belt buckle. She parted her red lips and moistened
them with her tongue. He stared at her mouth, forgetting how to breathe. With a
sultry smile and deft fingers, she undid his belt and unbuttoned the top button
on his dress pants. He sucked in a breath, afraid to move one muscle and
destroy the moment.

She was about to go down
on him in the men’s room of a chartered tourist boat, and he wouldn’t miss this
experience for all the Cups in the world.

With a sly smile, Izzy
slid down the zipper. It was her turn to suck in a breath when his penis sprang
free in all ten plus inches of hard male glory. She glanced up at him with one
arched brow. “Commando?”

“Always prepared. That’s
me. Why deal with unnecessary clothing when you can cut right to the meat of
the matter.” He found himself grinning. Underwear was overrated and got in the
way. He hadn’t exactly planned on finding a woman tonight and taking her home,
but it’d been a possibility he hadn’t discounted.

She ran a fingernail over
the tip of his penis. He gripped the counter, unable to stand without support.
A tortured groan was wrenched from deep in his gut. Hell, he’d been with more
women than he could count over the years, from debutantes to anything-goes
groupies, but not one had shaken him to the core like this woman with just one
scrape of her fingernail across the sensitive tip.

“Fuck me with your mouth,
honey.” He put his hands on her shoulders with gentle pressure. “Do you deep
throat?”

“As big as you are? I’ll
give it my best.” She started to kneel when the door slammed open.

It was Cedric.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,
Coop. Get a room, would ya?”

Izzy shot to her feet and
ran from the bathroom in a flash of sexy dress and long legs, her deadly heels
tapping out a desperate beat on the tile floor. Zipping his pants, Cooper
pushed his friend out of the way and sprinted after her. He caught her halfway
down the hall and pulled her against him.

She stared up at him in
shame, her chest heaving. “I just about gave you a blow job in a public
bathroom.”

“Yeah, I know.” He
couldn’t stop the grin from spreading. Music spilled out of the party deck
doors, pulsing, sexy music. He wasn’t going to let her get away this easily.
Not when his entire body needed her as much as it needed oxygen.

He grabbed her hand and
pulled her along, trying several doors until he found one that wasn’t locked.
The ladies’ room. Somehow that seemed fitting. He pulled her inside and locked
the door this time.

Perfect.

Picking her up, he ignored
her protests and carried her to the makeup counter. She licked her lips again
and swallowed, her eyes locked with his. He kissed her, gently at first until
the fire built to an explosion inside him, then he ravaged her mouth like the
starving man he was. She wrapped those long legs around his waist and gave as
good as she got, not the least bit intimidated by his size and power like some
women were.

Her courage and passion
drove him fucking nuts.

Cooper pushed her down on
the counter and lowered the straps on her dress, revealing the most perfect set
of tits he’d seen in a long time, not huge, but not small, just right. Leaning forward,
he ran his tongue around one nipple. God, she tasted as good as she smelled,
all honey and sweetness with a bit of wicked thrown in. She shuddered
underneath him, burying her fingers in his hair.

He drew her nipple into
his mouth, sucking hard then holding it between his teeth and tugging slightly.
She whimpered, her hips rising off the table.

“You like that?” For
reasons he couldn’t fathom, her answer was important to him.

Izzy nodded, her luminous
eyes full of wonder and desire.

“Some women think I’m too
rough.”

When she didn’t respond,
he took that as a good thing and bent down to repeat the process on the other
nipple, this time testing her by biting a little harder. She gripped the table
with her hands and tossed her head from side to side. He flicked her nipple
with his tongue several times as she writhed underneath him.

“Like that?”

“Yes. I love it.”

Pushing down her dress, he
trailed little kisses to her navel, pausing to nip here and there, marking her
with his teeth.

He knelt between her legs,
pushing aside her G-string. Even in the dim light, he could see her glistening
juices. He parted her folds and slipped his tongue inside, pushing as high up
as possible. She dug her spiked heels into his back. He followed his tongue
with a finger.

Damn, but she was tight.
Just like he liked his women, and relatively hard to find among the women he
hung with. He slid another finger inside her and pumped, while his tongue
worked its magic on her clit.

She arched her back and
pressed her crotch into his face, giving him the green light to take her to
heaven, and he planned to do just that. With an enthusiasm he’d been lacking
lately when it came to sex, Cooper gave her everything he had until she was
shaking and screaming his name.

Finally she collapsed,
boneless and silent, except for her panting. He watched the rise and fall of
her chest and had to smile. Satisfaction surged through him, despite the fact
that he hadn’t gotten any yet. He loved pleasing a lady, almost as much as he
loved a lady pleasing him. The way he saw it, his turn was next.

Oh, yeah, it was going to
be a good night.

Finally Izzy’s eyes
focused on his face. She blinked several times, cleared her throat, and wiped
the sweat from her forehead. Glancing around the room, as if to get her
bearings and compose herself, she eventually brought her gaze back to him.

“Now you have to dance
with me.”

“That wasn’t part of the
deal.” It was a token statement of resistance. How did a man turn down an order
like that?

“We had a deal.” She slid
off the counter and straightened her clothing.

Pounding on the door
brought them both back to reality. She smiled at him. “I’ll wait in a stall for
a decent amount of time. You leave first.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“I’m not done with you.”
Cooper gave her a quick kiss, waited for her to hide in the stall, then opened
the door. A shocked Lauren Schneider stood on the other side. He smiled at her
as if he always walked out of the women’s bathroom.

“Oh, sorry. I guess I went
in the wrong bathroom. No wonder it didn’t have urinals.” He saluted her and
sauntered off.

She stared after him, her
soft laughter following him.

He wasn’t fooling anyone,
least of all himself.

Isabelle would be his
completely by the time the night was over, and he’d savor every moment of it.
He didn’t think he could wait until they got off the boat.

Now to find a more
romantic, private place than a bathroom, one with a lock on the door.

Chapter 4—Body Checking

She didn’t know if it was
too much wine or Cooper’s hot gaze melting her inhibitions or a combination of
both, but this man had just driven Izzy to the brink of infinite pleasure and
pushed her over the edge. She’d never in her life experienced an orgasm so
totally awesome in its power as it swept through every cell in her body and
laid waste to all of her past sexual experiences. There wasn’t a man on Earth
who could equal what this man had just done to her.

And that was only the
appetizer. She couldn’t wait to see what he did for the main course. Greedy
bitch that she was, she wanted more, and she wanted it badly. But she had a job
to do, and there was that pesky pact between sisters—no sleeping with the
guests. None. Zero. Zilch. And big sister never broke the rules, though she’d
stretched them to their breaking point tonight. They had to get off the boat
first so he wouldn’t be a guest anymore. Then it’d be okay. Their pact didn’t
extend off the party premises. Or at least, she’d just amended that particular
rule.

Izzy walked out of the
stall she’d been hiding in, ignoring Lauren’s knowing smirk, and acting as if
fooling around in the bathroom was something she did every day.

She stood in front of the
sink and checked her makeup, washed her hands and straightened her clothes. All
the while Lauren watched.

“Your boyfriend is a
stubborn man,” Lauren noted.

“That he is.” It would
seem Lauren didn’t know about Party Crashers, which didn’t surprise Izzy. After
all, for them to be effective, everyone should think they were real party
crashers.

“Perhaps, you can convince
him to enjoy the party a little. He’s not doing anyone any favors, including
himself, by refusing to cooperate. That is if you really know him.”

“Of course, I know him.”
Izzy put just the right amount of indignant haughtiness in her voice.

Lauren didn’t look
convinced. “I saw the commotion when you tried to board the boat.”

“Just a little
misunderstanding.”

“I wonder. I really
wonder.” Lauren looked her up and down as if assessing her. Turning she left
the room.

Izzy smoothed back her
hair, hoping she didn’t look like she’d done what she’d just done. Lauren was
on to her, and that was the number one party crasher rule: don’t ever let the
guests discover that you weren’t invited. 

Faking a cool, confident
smile, Izzy ventured back into the main room. Bethany was on her in a second.

“What the hell happened to
you?”

“Building good will with
the team captain.” She could never lie to Bethany. Her sister saw right through
Izzy’s every lie. Either Bethany was damn perceptive or Izzy was a damn poor
liar.

Bethany’s perfectly shaped
eyebrows disappeared under her bangs. “Are you melting his icy heart any?”

“Let’s say there’s been
plenty of heat.”

“Tread lightly. This isn’t
what we’re about. And you have a tendency to fall in love first and ask
questions later.” Bethany, on the other hand, did not have that problem. Her
heart never seemed to get involved with her dalliances.

“I know, but sometimes a
girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do for the greater good.”

“Whose greater good?
Yours, his, or the company’s?”

Izzy opened her mouth to
answer, but Bethany held up her hand. “Do what you have to, but don’t
compromise what we stand for.”

“He’s going to dance with
me. Once he hits the floor, the team’s boycott will shatter.”

Bethany almost smiled.
“I’ll do my part. I’ve been eyeing that tall Swede all night. Don’t do anything
I wouldn’t do.” Bethany winked and sashayed off.

And that left Izzy a hell
of a lot of leeway.

Taking a deep breath, Izzy
refocused on her job, making this the best party ever. Right now it wasn’t. In
fact, far from it. The team sulked at the tables in the back of the room,
either wolfing down food or guzzling alcohol and ignoring the advances of the
women and the attempts of the coaching staff to get them on their feet. Even
though some of the younger players looked ready to cave at times, threatening
glares from the veterans pinned them to their seats.

She had to take action
soon before the players were too drunk to notice and management was too
disgusted to care and her fledging business crashed into the boards on its
first skate across the ice.

A few couples braved the
dance floor, including Ethan and Lauren, while Emma and Avery grabbed mics and
sang a popular country song in their sultry voices. Several hockey players
licked their lips as they watched the twins. It wouldn’t take much to break
this party wide open. All she had to do was get the cooperation of Cooper, who
currently didn’t look the least bit ready to cooperate. He stood in the back of
the room, behind the team tables, like a sentinel, in his usual stance of arms
crossed over his chest and wearing his trademark scowl. He’d gone back into
pissed off mode, despite her best efforts and his.

Time to push him further
and see how far he’d go.

* * * *

What a fucking wuss Cooper
had been.

Pretty women had been his
weakness in the past, and he’d paid dearly for it with expensive gifts, trips,
even an apartment or two, and once with his heart. He’d hardened that very
heart to women after his fiancée stomped all over it and left the gory remains
spread all over Twitter, Facebook, and the gossip sites.

Never going there again.
Women were for recreation. That was all. Because in his world, all the good
women were married, attached, had kids, or were too young. Cooper didn’t rob
the cradle. He liked his women mature, sexy, and adventurous. Yeah, like a
woman who’d do him on a public bathroom counter.