Game, Set, Match (A Humorous Contemporary Romance) (Love Match) by Nana Malone Page B

is say so.” She sobbed as she continued. “I can’t believe I listened to Sabrina.”
    He kneeled in front of her. “I don’t know what Sabrina has to do with this, but she doesn’t matter. I care about you enough to want to wait till you’re fully sober and fully aware of what you’re doing. I can barely breathe, I want you so bad. But for you, I can be a good guy.”
    She hated to admit it, but her head was swimming. She’d had way too much wine. But it was the only way she’d have ever had the courage to go after what she wanted.
    Bleary eyed, she asked. “Can you hold me for a minute? You don’t have to stay long, just for a little while.”
    He smiled at her. “That I can do.”
    He pulled her into his arms on the bed and held her tight, kissing her temple as he caressed her back. After several moments, his phone rang. They ignored the insistent ringing at first, but the caller wouldn’t give up.
    The moment he picked up the phone, his body language changed. Shoulders tensed and voice tight, he turned to her. “I have to go take care of something. I’ll be back in an hour, I promise.”
    Izzy sat bolt upright from her dream, sheets tangled around her ankles. Damn it. It wasn’t enough that he haunted her waking hours, but memories of him had to take over her sleeping hours too? Her entire body felt flushed from the memory of Jason’s kiss. The flesh between her thighs tingled and throbbed begging for release from a man’s touch. From Jason’s touch.  No!  Not Jason. Simon.
    Izzy flopped on her side, trying to will the feelings of need back into their lockbox. Sleep wouldn’t come quickly today. What’s the point? She rifled through her happy drawer and pulled out her battery operated boyfriend. “How nice it is to see you again, B.O.B.”
    Shifting position, she turned B.O.B onto mild vibrate and closed her eyes in anticipation of the predictable bliss. At first, she kept the vibrations low to reflect how she liked to be teased.
    Teasing her slickened folds to coax them into response, she pinched her distended nipple, hoping to speed the process along. But nothing happened. She needed incentive. Maybe picturing Simon was what she needed. If she could imagine herself with him, maybe she could feel something.
    Frustrated, she increased the speed of vibration, closing her eyes and tried to picture Simon—the way he’d kissed her the other day. Simon’s tongue traversing her dew slickened folds. Simon’s strong hands massaging her breasts, plumping them into response.
    Simon inserting first one finger, then two into her, groaning as her juices dampened his hand. Simon’s dampened fingers circling around her nipple. His gaze locked on the puckering bud. His head lowering to the nipple, tongue peeking out to tease before tasting.
    In her mind’s eye, she pictured his head lowering with aching slowness. Blond locks tousled and tangled from her attempts to draw him closer.   Blond?  That wasn’t right. Black men didn’t have blond hair. Her eyes flew open, and she sat up as she moaned with the need to climax. Why couldn’t Jason leave her in peace even now?
    Flopping back on the bed, she groaned. Might as well go with it. After all, it was only a fantasy. Not like it was real. She closed her eyes again, shifting to make room for B.O.B.
    Jason’s roguish smile flashed in her brain, and she whimpered as the need crashed into her blood. She pictured his head lowering to her nipple covered in her essence. Tongue traversing around the nipple, he mumbled. “Mmmm, delicious.” As his teeth grazed and his lips suckled at her nipples, his fingers acquainted themselves with her folds. He mumbled love words as he paid homage at her breasts. “So wet…hot…beautiful…”
    Izzy moaned his name as her fantasy took on a mind of its own.
    Jason finally released her nipple with a pop and lowered himself between her legs. “I’ve had a teaser, now I want the whole thing.”
    His first lick forced a