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Chapter Nineteen

Blake

T he press kicks my ass for thirty whole fucking minutes.

Question after question. Quip after quip about what they saw earlier by the elevators. By the time I escape that media circus, my jaw aches from clenching my teeth.

I stride through the hotel lobby, my mind locked on one thing: getting back upstairs. To Sophia. To that hot tub where I left her naked and waiting.

"Blake! Hold up!" Big Mike's voice booms across the marble floor.

Fuck.

He and Greg materialize in front of me, blocking my path to the elevator. Their faces split with matching grins that make my stomach turn.

"Did you see the social numbers just now?" Greg waves his phone. "That thing you did outside? Pure gold. Engagement is through the roof again!"

"The NHL's new power couple, man!" Big Mike claps my shoulder. "Every sponsor wants a piece of this. The league office called—"

I tune them out, remembering how Tim Riley melted down during the press conference. Poor bastard looked ready to faint for the second time today as the reporters circled like sharks, firing question after question about me and Sophia.

They didn't even mention the game with Chicago tomorrow.

"Is it true you're living together?"

"How long have you been dating?"

" What about the viral skating video? Can we expect to see more of that?"

Tim stammered. Sweated. Choked on his own tongue while Big Mike and Greg just... watched. Let him drown.

"—thinking we should schedule a joint interview—" Greg's still talking.

"No." I cut him off, already stepping around them. My cock throbs, remembering how Sophia looked stretched out in that tub. The way her lips curved when she dropped those tiny panties. How her skin gleamed wet, soft and…

"But the numbers—"

"Later." I punch the elevator button harder than necessary. "I have somewhere to be."

The doors slide open and I escape inside before they can stop me again. As the elevator rises, I loosen my tie, my mind racing ahead to what's waiting upstairs.

That is, if she's still there. Still waiting. Still wet.

I swing open the door to our hotel suite, and fuck me, instantly I lose my breath.

Sophia is sprawled across the massive bed like a goddess awaiting her sacrifice.

She's bare, naked and glowing like a damn angel. Every inch of her is on display, ready and waiting all for me.

Barely able to keep myself upright, I notice a trail of water that leads from the hot tub, across the floor, and into the bathroom, evidence of her recent indulgence.

But now…

Now the white sheets are low on her hips, but her breasts and peaked nipples are out, teasing me as she sips from a glass of bubbles.

"Took you long enough," she says softly.

Her pale skin is practically glowing in the dim overhead lighting, and fuck me if she doesn't look like the kind of woman men write poetry about. Then use their pen to stab themselves in the chest for not being worthy of such beauty.

Not that I'm complaining. At all.

I roll my shoulders back, popping open the first button of my shirt.

"Hope you're happy. The media wouldn’t shut the hell up about us."

Sophia takes another sip of her champagne, tilting her head with a faint smile. "And did you tell them all about how you ravished me in a private jet?"

I let out a low chuckle, stepping closer. "Nah, sweetheart. Thought I’d leave out the part where you came apart on my fingers and moaned my name at thirty-thousand feet. Didn’t want to damage your professional reputation ."

She hums, setting her glass on the nightstand. "How thoughtful."

Her gaze drops to my hands as I undo another button, then another.

One hand drifts lazily over her stomach, drawing my gaze to the gentle curve of her hips. No doubt about it, she's fully fucking naked under that sheet.

Her other hand rests near a tray of what looks like pure decadence beside her. A chilled bottle of champagne glistening with condensation, a bowl of fresh strawberries, and melted dark chocolate, still looking smooth and warm, ready to be dipped into.

But it's her eyes that capture me.

Dark. Intense. Sexy.

I exhale slowly, shaking my head as I take in the sight of the sparkling champagne and strawberries redder than any I've seen before.

"What a fucking waste," I mutter, prowling toward the bed.

Sophia lifts a brow. "Excuse me?"

I peel my shirt off my shoulders, muscles flexing, chest gleaming in the soft lighting. "Baby, all I want is you."

Her smirk deepens, and she takes another sip of her champagne, watching me over the rim of the glass. "Is that so?"

I nod, kicking off my shoes and unbuckling my belt. "I don't need alcohol. I don't need delicious fruit." I gesture to the tray of treats. "No, baby… You're the only indulgence I crave."

She sets her glass down, her eyes never leaving mine. "Prove it. Why don't you put that mouth to better use?"

A growl rumbles in my chest as I strip down to my boxers, my cock already hard and aching for her. "Actually, I think it's your turn to use your mouth."

I crawl onto the bed, stalking her like prey. She watches me, her breath hitching as I lean down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. She tastes like champagne and pure sugary sweetness.

I can't get enough. Never will.

I trail my lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at her warm skin, the taste of the hot tub still lingering as she reaches between us, rolling her hand beneath my waistband, grabbing my cock with her hand.

She gasps, arching into me, her other hand gripping my shoulder. "Oh, I've been waiting for this, Blake."

She strokes me, long and slow as I continue my descent, lavishing attention on her breasts, drawing out a moan from deep within her as I draw a nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue of the peak before nibbling down and rocking my hips, letting my cock slide in her palm.

"You've got no idea how hard that press conference was," I groan, cupping her other breast, letting her chest arch up as I massage her tits. "Thinking about you up here, all alone…"

"Blake," she whispers, her voice ragged with desire.

I look up, meeting her gaze. "Yeah, baby?"

She smiles, her eyes softening. "Shut up."

I chuckle and shake my head as Sophia slides down the bed, kissing my chest and gripping my hard biceps on the way.

I stay on my knees, letting her roaming hands work their way over every inch of my toned body. Her eyes light up and I watch her admire my tattoos, tracing the lines and licking, sucking my muscles as she works her way down the mattress.

Slowly, she locks eyes with me as she positions herself at my thighs, her soft hand pulling at my cock as she sticks her tongue out to lick the tip ever so gently.

"Mmmm…"

The sight is pure sexual arousal.

The sound she makes?

Pure heaven.

I've never been more turned on, never wanted anything more than her mouth on my dick. I put a hand to the back of her head, guiding her forward as her pink lips wrap around my thick girth, swallowing me down.

I release a heavy groan and watch my cock disappear.

"Fuck, Sophia," I murmur, my voice thick with desire. "You look so fucking good like that."

She hums around me, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I tighten my grip on her hair, guiding her movements as she takes me deeper, her tongue swirling around my length.

"That's it, baby," I encourage, my hips lifting slightly to meet her mouth. "Take it all. You can do it."

She moans again, her eyes watering slightly as she takes me deeper, her lips stretching around my cock. The sight of her, sprawled out on the bed, taking me like this, is almost too much.

I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing with the need for release.

But I'm not ready yet. Not even close.

"Sophia," I groan, my voice a low rumble. "You've got no idea what we've started…"

She pulls back slightly, her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock. "What do you mean?" She asks before she takes me deep again.

I can feel her throat constricting around me, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body as I fight to get the words out.

"The media, the-"

She takes me deeper, gagging slightly as I feel my cock pulse at the back of her throat. I tighten my hold on her hair.

"They're all over us. There's no hiding now, baby."

Her head bobs up and down, the sound of my cock sliding against her fucking tonsils filling the room.

She pulls back quickly, replacing her mouth with her hand as she rolls her palm over the sensitive tip, looking up at me with water pooled at the corner of her beautiful eyes.

"Let them. I don't want to hide, Blake. I just want you."

"Fuck, baby, you're too good. I'm close, so damn close," I warn her, my body tensing as I feel my orgasm approaching with every wet stroke of her hand. "If you don't want me to cum in your mouth, you need to stop now."

But she doesn't stop.

Instead, she takes me deep in her mouth again, her tongue rolling over my bulbed tip, her hand gripping the base of my cock tightly.

"Fuck!"

I get closer and closer to the edge, she doubles down and swallows me deeper.

"Sophia, fuck, yes!" I groan, my body convulsing as I cum, my cock pulsing in her mouth as she swallows every last drop with a sensual, satisfied moan that only keeps my cock pulsing.

She pulls back, a wicked smile on her face as she licks her lips. "Was that good for you?" she asks, her voice a sultry purr.

I chuckle, pulling her up to me and capturing her lips in a deep kiss. "Baby, that was fucking amazing."

I grab Sophia by the side of her face, kissing her deeply, tasting myself on her tongue. The mix of our flavors is intoxicating, and I'm surprised at how much I enjoy it.

I toss her across the bed. "Spread your legs, Sophia. Show me that pussy you've been teasing me with all damn night."

She complies, her legs falling open to reveal her glistening core. I take a moment to appreciate the sight—freshly shaved, smooth, and ready for me.

Fuck. Her clit is hard, begging for my touch.

I reach out, flicking it lightly. She jerks at the contact, giggling against the softness of the pillows surrounding her.

I grip my cock, stroking it, ready to fucking go again. This woman does things to me that no one else ever has. Like consecutive rounds of pure bliss.

My eyes locked on hers and I bring my cock closer to her heat. "You've been thinking about this all night, haven't you? About me fucking you, making you scream my name."

She moans, her eyes fluttering closed as I continue to tease her clit with my tip, rolling it over the moisture, feeling so damn good.

"Blake, oh fuck..."

I shuffle into position, right between her legs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance now.

"We're gonna give them something to really talk about," I growl, sliding into her inch by inch, feeling her tighten around me. "You know that? I'm never letting you go."

Her moans grow louder, and I grip her neck, squeezing lightly as she locks eyes with me. Our bodies move as one, my hips pounding into her, driving deeper with each thrust.

"You're mine, Sophia. Mine."

She gasps, her eyes widening at the intensity of my claim. " Yes. Yours, Blake. I'm yours ."

The words escape her lips like a secret whispered into my ear. No one else can hear it, but after seeing what I've witnessed today, everyone else will see it.

I fuck her harder, my grip on her neck tightening, feeling her pulse quicken under my fingers. "I need to hear you say it again, Sophia. Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours, Blake. Only yours."

"Again."

"Yours! Oh!"

I slam into her, my hips crashing against her as she reaches for her clit, her face a look of pure ecstasy.

"That's right, baby. Fuck."

Her words push me over the edge. I cum deep inside her, my body shaking with the force of my release. The nightstand, the champagne tray, the entire fucking room shakes around us.

She follows me, her orgasm ripping through her, her pussy clenching around my cock as she reaches for me and holds on for dear life. We ride the wave together, screaming and moaning, our pleasure filling the room.

Then, as we come down from the high, I pull her close, our breaths mingling, our hearts pounding in sync.

I might have claimed her, but damn… she's claimed me right back.

There's no turning back now.

I roll onto my back, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. The Chicago skyline glitters through the windows, the soft light crawling across the rumpled sheets, illuminating the mess we just made of each other.

"Wow, that was-"

"The best," Sophia says, moving up to peck my cheek.

She drapes herself over my chest, her skin still damp with sweat, her hair a wild mess from my rough hands. I brush my fingers through the silky strands, untangling the knots I put there. But something in her expression makes me pause.

There's a glint in her eyes that wasn't there before. Not fear - definitely not fear after what we just did.

But something... calculating .

I narrow my eyes at her. "What are you up to, Ms. Hart? I've seen that look before."

She grins up at me, catching that plump bottom lip between her teeth in a way that makes me want to bite it myself. Her expression is pure innocence, but I know better.

"Nothing." Her finger slides down my chest to my abs. "Just glowing ."

Liar.

I hum, letting my hands roam down her back, resting at the curve of her ass.

"You know." I give her a squeeze. I can't help myself. "I do have a game tomorrow. I should be resting."

"Mmm." She shifts, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to my collarbone, her hand sneaking lower, moving with clear intent. "You should…"

I snort. "And yet your hand is moving in the opposite direction of rest, sweetheart."

She smirks against my skin, her breath hot as her lips brush the side of my throat. "We both know recovery is important. I'm just making sure your muscles stay loose, Captain."

I grip her ass, giving it a firm squeeze before delivering a sharp smack, enjoying the way she gasps, her body jerking deliciously against mine.

She props her chin on my chest, eyes alight with mischief. "Is that supposed to be punishment?"

That's when I see it. That look again. Like she's enjoying this way too much.

Like she's onto me about something.

Like she knows… she knows it's…

Nah!

She doesn't know.

"It was supposed to be a warning," I growl, flipping her onto her back and pinning her beneath me.

She bites her lip. "Guess you'll have to spank me harder then, Captain."

She wiggles her ass in the air and I drop my head, shaking it with amusement.

Sophia just laughs and I smother her body with mine.

She doesn't know. She can't know.

Can she?