Page 196 of Falling Offsides

With each brutal drive, her body coils tighter.

“Fucking split me open… bruise me… mark me from the inside out.”

"Fuck, yes! That's it, that's my good fucking girl," I rasp, my fingers digging into the flesh of her ass hard enough to mark. "Taking my cock so deep, aren't you?"

She nods frantically, water cascading down her face, her blue eyes locked on mine with that vulnerable, desperate look that makes me want to both worship and destroy her.

I press her harder against the tile, angling her hips so I can hit that spot inside her that makes her whole body tremble. The water beats down on my back, steam rising around us like we're creating our own atmosphere, our own fucking universe.

"Mine," I growl, leaning in to bite the tender skin where her neck meets her shoulder. Not gently. Not even close. "Say it."

"Yours," she gasps, her head falling back against the wall with a soft thump. "All yours, Auguste. Always yours."

My rhythm falters for just a second before I'm driving into her with renewed desperation, my hands sliding up to cradle her face.

"Gonna fill you up," I promise against her mouth. "Make you remember who you belong to every time you move today."

Her fingers dig into my shoulders, nails clawing deep into my skin as she starts to clench around me. "Please, please, please?—"

"Come for me," I demand, reaching between us to circle her clit with my thumb. "Let me feel that perfect pussy squeeze my cock."

It only takes a few more brutal thrusts before she's shattering, herbody convulsing around mine as she cries out my name. The sound echoing off the tile, amplified by the steam, the water and the raw vulnerability of this moment between us.

I follow right behind her, my release tearing through me like a storm as I bury myself deep inside her, my forehead pressed against hers. The intensity of it steals my breath, leaves me shaking.

"Fuck," I pant against her mouth, unable to form more coherent thoughts as aftershocks ripple through both of us.

She's smiling—that soft, secret smile that makes my chest ache. Her fingers trace gentle patterns on my shoulders where she just left marks. "Good morning to you too," she whispers.

We finish our shower in a lazy haze, trading kisses and soft touches. I can't stop looking at her—the way water beads on her eyelashes, how her skin flushes pink from the heat. The bruises forming on her hips from my fingers.

Mine.

She’s all mine.

After, I wrap her in a towel and we make quick work of getting dressed. It’s all so natural and domesticated, down to the flasks of coffee in our hands and the thawed breakfast muffins we eat in the car as we drive to the facility.

The windows down, my hand on her thigh and her hair dancing wild in the wind as she bops her head to our playlist.

She’s radiant and alive for the first time in days.

I can’t help but smile to myself.I did that.I helped her find her gorgeous fucking smile again.

I’ve never been so proud in my life as when we step inside the facility together. I don’t let go of her hand this time. Not until she inches deeper into me, her hand wrapping around my waist as we walk down the corridor together, my arm coiled around her shoulders.

“Wait, are we official now?” Jayden comes up behind us, draping his arms over our shoulders as we walk past the cafeteria.

“Good Morning, Morrow,” Court chuckles, turning slightly to grin at him. She waves at Eli behind Jayden, and then stops by the stairwell to the PR and Marketing offices. “This is me, Masterchef.”

With a quick peck to my lips, she pulls back and winks at Jayden.

“Thank fuck,” he croons, lifting his hand for a high-five that Courtney slaps as she turns for the door.

“Don’t forget, Cece and I are meeting for drinks after work, and wefinish early, so I’ll meet you at home.” I nod, and she adds, “I’m making dinner, all you have to do is bring the soda.”

“Got it, Princess.”

Court heads up and I stride to the locker room.