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I’m so close to coming again, I can feel the throb beating in my core. “You should know I’m small, and well, you’re not. I think you might break me.”

He chuckles slowly. “I’m going to be your perfect fit, and for the record, I think we might ruin each other. But I’m not about to break you, Luna. You mean too much to me.”

Slowly, deliciously, he eases his way inside my pussy, stretching me out so much it burns. When he’s fully seated and even through the condom, I feel the ridges of his piercings as they move inside me, touching places I never knew existed. “Oh shit, Zach! I think I’m going to come again.”

“Come for me. Soak my cock.”

I’m a writhing mess as he moves his hips and fucks me through my orgasm. He’s so good in bed. I’m completely overwhelmed as he nips at my breasts. It’s the most sensational experience of my life to be with the man I’ve wanted for so long and to know right here, in this moment, he wants me too.

I’m powerless to prevent the lone tear that trickles down my cheek as Zach continues to take my body in a way I neverthought possible. I never thought anyone could make me feel this wanted, this desired.

Noticing, he swipes it away but brings it to his lips. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Better than okay.”

“Me too. But just know, I’m not going to last long with the way you’re gripping my cock.”

“Come for me, Zach.”

“Oh I will. Once I’ve given you the best orgasm of your life.”

He continues to thrust in and out of me as he rises to his knees and brings one of my legs over his shoulder to change the angle, and fuck if that doesn’t make me scream. “Come with me, Luna. Milk me dry.”

I crash over the edge one final time as his hips begin to move erratically, hitting so deep it sends us both into heavenly oblivion.

Zach comes on a roar. “Fucking you is my new favorite thing.” He collapses onto the bed beside me, pulling me up and onto his gorgeously tanned, tattooed, and paint-smeared chest. “And I can’t wait to see how many ways I can do it.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

ZACH

Genuinely, I think I’m one of the luckiest guys alive when it comes to how I make a living.

I was blessed with talent in a sport and parents who gave everything to support me and make my dreams come true.

So it feels alien to arrive in Whistler, ready for a week on the ice with teammates I consider more as family, when really, all I want is to be is back in my small two-bedroom beach house, rolling around in the sheets with an auburn temptress who blows my fucking mind.

It’s been several weeks since Luna and I first slept together, and honestly, I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve fucked her. I don’t think there’s a surface in that house I haven’t taken her on, and the craving I have for her sweet body only gets stronger each time I enter her. I’ve always had a high sex drive, but with Luna, she’s fucking incredible, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

That also scares the shit out of me. I set boundaries when it came to sex and women to protect my heart and sanity. But in afew short weeks, she’s crashed through them all, and I can’t deny that beyond the sex, I’m romantically wrapped up in her.

I just can’t fall, and neither can she. Because if we do, we’ll break each other.

“Yo, Zach!”

Pulling up in the team hotel’s parking lot, I look up to find none other than Jensen Jones striding toward me. Suitcase trailing behind him and dressed in our post-game suit, I scan down to a flash of patent red and roll my eyes. “The fuck is on your feet?”

He stops around ten feet away and looks down, examining what are no doubt loafers worth more than my truck back in Florida. “These? These are the height of fashion.”

I shut the trunk on my rental and throw on a baseball cap. “They’re the height of something.”

“Listen, when you’re ready to come to me for runway advice, let me know.”

I don’t respond but throw my arm around his shoulders as we walk up the ramp toward the hotel lobby. “Good to see ya, man.”

“Yeah, you too. How’s Florida? Getting the break you need?”

Warmth floods my chest. “Yeah, definitely.”