To Play or Not To Play
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I went in, waving the book.
Wythe sat in his window seat, one knee up, one leg out, his foot square on a woven daffodil.
“I thought I’d show you something.”
“Absolutely.” He pulled me on top of him, so I was straddling his lap. I sat back against his legs. I loved this position. It made all my insides tingle. I showed him the book.
Wythe checked out the unicorn lovers on the cover and shook his head. “No.”
I thumped the spine. “Listen to me read some, and I’ll give you a kiss.”
His voice thickened. “A bribe?”
“If you like. It’s your choice.”
His mouth twitched. “Sometimes, you sound so American.”
“And you always sound so British.”
His fingers trailed up my forearm and he spun to the side, holding me on his lap, and rose with me. “And you like it.”
His lifting me was powerful and hot. I tightened my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He walked us a few feet to the armchair and sat down there.
“I do like it.” I curled onto his lap, holding the book up. “I love your accent. Your voice, really. Maybe even as much as you love me.”
“Impossible.” His blue gaze was serious and possessive. He brushed a quick, stirring kiss against my lips.
I tapped the book on his arm before we got crazy distracted.
He looked at the cover, and he couldn’t deny the recognition that flashed in his expression.
I knew I had him. I leaned into his shoulder, relaxing against him so we could both see the page at the same time.
I read to him.
Brady-corn entered the forest. The mossy undergrowth tugged at his hooves, sending shimmers of pleasures through his core and up to his horn.
Wythe groaned.
“Shush, if you’re going to engage in interspecies hoof clinking at public libraries, you should understand what it means.”
Wythe ran his hand over my thigh. The weight and warmth distracted me for a moment. Then I powered on.
Brady-corn said, “Aurelia-corn, you deign to meet me?”
Aurelia-corn turned her head away.
“Forgive me. The forest nymph was… Well, she was…”
I raised my head. “The forest nymph backstory was…”
“I get the gist. Go on,” Wythe said, motioning to the book. “If you must.” He performed a rubbing motion with his hand, moving it slowly upward. It was almost enough to make me toss the book aside. Almost. I drew in a breath.
“A mistake?” Aurelia-corn asked, feisty anger in her voice.
“She was not you. Not you,” Brady-corn said passionately. “Not you. You are my mossy bed, my tavern, my cavern.”
“Oh. Oh. Brady.” Aurelia-corn covered her mouth with her hoof. Then, slowly, surely, she bent her left back knee, and she raised her hoof in offering.
Brady-corn stumbled forward. Eagerness rushed his body.
In one smooth, magical motion, he knocked hooves with her.
They shimmered into human form and fell upon the spongy forest ground and each other in a great tangle of unbridled passion.”
“Unbridled? Really?” Wythe asked.
Humor bubbled through me. “Yep.” I closed the book. “Then it goes into full dirty description as they slake their lust. So, I’ll stop there.”
Wythe frowned. He was so handsome.
I had to tease him. “See, so when you extended your hoof to that reader in the library, you were consenting to shimmer into human form and go at it there in the lobby.”
“Yeah, I got it. But I was not agreeing to slake anything.” His voice was deep and dry and amused.
“You sort of were.”
“I was not.”
I laughed. “Ignorance of the law is no excuse…”
Wythe pulled me closer and let his hands roam higher, making the words a challenge. “Read me some more.”
Books By Emily Bow
To Play or Not to Play (Kira & Wythe) – Romance Romp Book 1
Perfect Not Perfect (Georgiana & Zane)– Romance Romp Book 2
A Glimpse of Us (Sterling & Chelsea)- Romance Romp Book 3
Emily Bow writes Young Adult romance under the pen name Emily Evans.
Acknowledgments
Considering all the quotes, I’ll share another one. This one from my brother Wayne—who told me, “Stop talking about writing, and just do it.” So, chase down your dreams, readers.
Thanks! You’re awesome: Michelle, Gail, Teresa, Veronica, Jennifer, Stacy, Joellen, Barbie, Nash, Brennan, Joseph, Megan, Wayne, Mishann, Rachel, Darlene, Jeff, Heather, Trevor, Mom, Dad, and all my supportive aunts, uncles and cousins. I’m so lucky to have you in my life.
Thanks to the wonderful editor Tracy Seybold!
Thanks to the wonderful proofreader: Stephanie Diaz Slagle
Thanks to the wonderful proofreader: Tanya Egan Gibson www.tanyaegangibson.com.
Table of Contents
To Play or Not to Play
Book Description
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Books By Emily Bow
Acknowledgments