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"Oh God," she manages to say as her hips move in rhythm with my touch. "I'm going to?—"

"Not yet." I slow my movements, keeping her right on the edge. "Tell me what you see."

Her eyes stay locked on our reflection as she struggles to find words. "I see...I see you touching me. And I’m barely hanging on."

"What else?"

"I see how my nipples are so hard they almost hurt. How I can't stop moving against your hand."

"Good girl." The praise makes her whimper. "Now watch yourself come for me."

I kick my pace up a notch and her reflection shows everything. The way her mouth falls open, how her eyes go wide and desperate as she watches herself unravel.

"That's it," I growl against her ear. "Look at how beautiful you are when you let go. I could watch you do this forever."

While she rides out every sensations of her orgasm on my fingers, I make sure I hold her as tightly as I can in my arms. The sight of her coming undone in the mirror and watching her face change because of the pleasure she’s experiencing is the most erotic thing I've ever witnessed.

When her breathing finally steadies, I turn her around to face me.

Her legs are still shaky, and I keep her steady with my hands on her waist.

"Holy shit," she says, her forehead dropping against my chest. "That was..."

"Incredible," I finish for her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You're incredible."

She looks up at me with those bright green eyes, and there's something different in them now. Something softer, more open than I've ever seen before. It’s then I know I’ll never forget this moment.

"Your turn," she says as her hands slide down my chest.

Before I can protest, she's dropping to her knees in front of me. The sight of her looking up at me from that position makes my brain short-circuit completely.

"Willow, you don't have to?—"

"I want to." Her fingers wrap around my cock, and I have to brace one hand against the mirror behind her to keep from falling over. "I want to taste you."

Her tongue flicks out to taste the tip of my cock, and I swear my vision blurs. Every muscle in my body tenses as she takes me into her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Fuck," I say as I look up to see what we look like in the mirror. My free hand ends up tangled in her hair. "Kitten?—"

She hums around me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my entire system. Willow takes me deeper and the sensation is overwhelming. I have to fight every instinct not to thrust into her mouth. Instead I let her set the pace, watching in fascination as she works me with her tongue and lips.

"You're so good at this," I manage to say because my voice is strained. "So fucking perfect."

She pulls back slightly, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock before taking me deep again. The contrast between the gentle suction and the firm pressure of her tongue is driving me closer and closer to the brink. My grip in her hair tightens, and she moans around me in response.

"Just like that, baby," I say as I watch her reflection in the mirror behind me. "That’s how I fucking like it.”

She continues working me to the point where I don’t know which way is up or down. When she drags her tongue along the underside of my shaft before focusing on the sensitive spot just below the head, I know it’s almost game over.

"Wait," I breathe, trying to pull back slightly. "I'm going to?—"

But she doesn't let me retreat. One of her hands grips my thighs, holding me in place as she takes me deep again. The determination in her eyes tells me she knows exactly what she's doing, and she wants this as much as I do.

"Fuck, baby." My head falls back before I gather the strength to look down at her once more. "I can't hold back much longer."

She doesn’t make a sound, but I know she heard me because her pace increases, alternating between deep, slow movements and quick, focused attention on the head of my cock. The combination is devastating.

I can feel the tension building low in my spine, spreading through every nerve ending. My orgasm builds and builds until I can't hold back anymore. My release hits me like a freight train, and I come hard into her mouth with a groan that echoes off the hotel room walls.

She doesn't pull away, taking everything I give her while maintaining eye contact that makes the whole experience even more intense. When the last waves finally subside, I'm left breathing hard and staring down at her in amazement.

"Open your mouth," I command as I drag my thumb across her lower lip. "And don't spill a drop."

She obeys, showing me my come in her mouth. The sight sends another jolt through me, even though I'm still coming down from my high.

“Good girl,” I say as I help her stand up before kissing her. Tasting myself on her tongue makes something…primal stir within me. I can’t quite explain it, but the urge to take her again is growing stronger by the second.

When our kiss naturally breaks apart, I notice that Willow has a smug expression on her face. I’m almost tempted to show her how quickly I can knock it off.

"Proud of yourself?" I ask, running my hands down her sides.

"Maybe a little." She stretches up on her toes to nip at my jaw. "You should see your face right now. Completely wrecked."

She's not wrong. I feel like she's taken me apart and put me back together in a completely different configuration. Everything feels raw and new and terrifying in the best possible way.

"Come here," I whisper, pulling her against me.

We stand there for a moment, both of us catching our breath. Through the window, I can see the sky beginning to lighten properly. It looks as if it’s going to be another beautiful day in Puerto Rico.

"I should really go," she says quietly, but she doesn't move away from me.

"You should," I agree, even though every cell in my body is screaming at me to keep her here. To pull her back to bed and spend the entire morning mapping every inch of her skin with my mouth.

Instead, I force myself to step back and help her collect her clothes.

Watching her get dressed is somehow just as erotic as watching her undress was.

The way she slides that black dress back over her curves, how she runs her fingers through her tangled hair to tame it into something resembling respectability.

I throw on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt too.

"Do I look like I spent the night getting thoroughly fucked?" she asks, turning to face me.

The question makes my cock twitch. "You look beautiful. But maybe run a brush through your hair before you see Madison."

She laughs. "Good point. She's probably going to interrogate me anyway."

"What are you going to tell her?"

"The truth." She shrugs, reaching for her purse. "And we’ll probably giggle about it and she’ll want details."

"She’s going to love that answer."

"Madison's going to—" Willow stops mid-sentence as her phone buzzes from inside her purse. "Shit, I forgot to check my messages."

She pulls out her phone and I watch her face change as she scrolls through what looks like several missed texts. Her expression shifts from casual to concerned to something approaching panic.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she mutters, her thumb flying across the screen.

"What's wrong?"

"Knox has been texting. He sent three messages." She looks up at me with wide eyes. "He doesn’t seem concerned, thank goodness, but yeah I should probably get back to him since he can see that I read the message."

My stomach drops. I grab my own phone from the nightstand, and sure enough, there are three missed texts from Knox. The most recent one makes my blood run cold.

Knox: Hey man, big news. Leo's deal with the Red Wolves is officially off. Coach and Bailey called it this morning. Thought you'd want to know ASAP. Thanks for your help.

"Oh shit." It’s all I can manage to say. “Leo’s brand deal with the Red Wolves isn’t happening.”

"Wait, really?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, like she's afraid saying it too loud might make it untrue. "Leo's not going to be working with the Red Wolves?"

"That's what it says." I show Willow the message. “Knox says the deal's officially off."

The transformation in her expression is immediate. The tension I didn't even realize she'd been carrying in her shoulders melts away, and for the first time since I've known her, Willow looks genuinely, completely relieved.

"I can't believe it," she says as she sinks down onto the edge of the bed. "I was so worried about having to see him on campus.”

"You don't have to worry about that anymore." I sit beside her, close enough that our thighs touch. "He's not going to be there."

She turns to look at me, and there are actual tears in her eyes.

Happy tears, but tears, nonetheless. "This changes everything.

I was dreading going back. Dreading the possibility of running into him on campus or hockey games.

" She stops, shaking her head. "Hell, I've been carrying this anxiety for weeks. "

I reach over and take her hand, threading our fingers together. "You don't have to carry it anymore. And I didn’t know you were thinking about going to more games.”

"I was just starting to get back into the swing of going again, now there’s whatever is going on with us,” she admits quietly. "But I can use being there to see Knox to see both of you. I didn’t realize how much I missed it until recently.”

"Good," I say as I gently squeeze her hand. "I want you there. Both for Knox and..." I pause, meeting her eyes. "For me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I’ve noticed that when you’re around me in general, I’m calmer."

"You're calmer when I'm around?" she asks softly.

"Yeah. I know it doesn't make sense, given our history, but?—"

"It does make sense." She shifts closer to me on the bed. "You make me feel grounded too. Like I can just...be myself without having to perform or prove anything."

The honesty in her voice makes me think things I shouldn’t be thinking. This is dangerous territory we're entering and I’m not sure how to pivot.

"Willow—"

"I know." She stands up, smoothing down her dress. "I really do need to go."

“Yeah you do.”

Willow grabs her bag, and I feel the loss as she lets go of my hand. A second later, the distance is even wider between us.

Before I can say anything to pull her back, she takes another step toward the door. She doesn’t look back as she moves, but I can see the shift in her shoulders. Moving away feels harder than staying here with me.

“Wills," I say and her hesitation tells me all I need to know. “Let me walk you back.”

She pauses at my words with her hand already on the door handle. "That's sweet, but it's probably better if we're not seen together this early. Just in case."

"Right." I run a hand through my hair. "Smart thinking."

But neither of us moves. She's standing there with her back to me, and I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, both of us pretending this is just a casual goodbye when it feels like anything but.

"I'll see you at breakfast," she says without turning around.

"Yeah. Breakfast."

She finally turns the handle, opening the door just a crack, but then she stops. Her shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath before she turns back to face me.

"Fuck it," she whispers, and then she's crossing the room in three quick steps.

I stand just as she reaches me, and then her hands are in my hair and her mouth is on mine. When we finally take a breath she says, "I don't want to go."

"Then don't," I say, even though I know she has to.

"Madison will worry. And if I don't show up, she'll come looking."

"I know." I kiss her again, softer this time. "I know you have to go."

But my hands are on her waist, holding her close, and she's not pulling away. We both know what’s on the other side of all this if she walks out of that door. Confusion about what this all means and where it leads are at the top of the list.

"Okay," she says, resting her forehead against mine. "Okay, I'm really going now."

"Okay."

She takes a step back, then another, but her eyes never leave mine. When she reaches the door again, she gives me one last look.

"See you soon," she says.

"See you soon."

She slips out, and the door clicks shut behind her.

I stand there for a moment, staring at the closed door, feeling like something fundamental has shifted.

Not just between us, but inside me. The careful control I've maintained for years feels like it's cracking, and I'm not sure if that terrifies me or thrills me more.

What the hell have I gotten myself into? However, I'm convinced there's no way this day could get any better.