Page 55 of Half-Court Heat

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Eva backed me into the bathroom and locked the door with a decisive click. The space smelled like citrus cleaner and perfume. Harsh fluorescent lights buzzed above us, but neither of us cared.

“I want it now,” she said, her breath hot against my neck. “Turn around.”

I hesitated—not from nerves, but from awe. She was lit from within. Eyes wild, lips parted, her dress riding high on her hips from how fast she’d walked.

“Lex,” she said again, voice dark and low, “I need to feel it. Right now.”

She spun me toward the mirror and pressed her body into my back. Her reflection locked eyes with mine, and her hand slid between us, cupping the bulge through my jeans. “You’re hard for me already,” she rasped, biting my earlobe. “God, that’s so hot.”

I groaned through gritted teeth. “Eva?—”

“I want you to bend me over the sink.”

That undid me. I didn’t know how my legs didn’t buckle.

I turned her around, fast but gentle. The single bathroom sink was narrow, but she braced her arms against the porcelain, legs wide, her body open and ready for me.

I rucked her dress up her hips and swept her panties to the side, watching her glisten. “Jesus,” I breathed.

“You,” she said, breath ragged. “You did this.”

I unbuckled the designer belt she’d insisted I wear and unfastened the top button of my jeans. I moved as if in a trance, because I was—I was completely under her spell. I pulled the zipper down and shimmied my pants low enough that the purple silicone sprang free.

I tugged the thin lace that dared call itself underwear past her hips and thighs and intercepted them before they hit the floor. A nudge of my sneakers against the insides of her stilettos had her spreading her legs farther apart.

I grabbed the dildo by its base and teased the tapered end against her clit and down her slit. I pushed and pulled the toy between her outer lips until evidence of her early arousal coated its length.

Eva whimpered, her hips chasing the pressure.

“Please, baby. Don’t tease.”

I would have done exactly that if not for our surroundings. Instead, I steadied myself with one hand on her hip. The other pressed the silicone toy against her slick entrance.

I tilted my hips forward and slowly entered her, inch by inch. I let out a soft curse as I watched her pussy swallow my strap. The harness fit snug against my clit, delicious pressure right where I needed it. I gripped her hips and canted forward until I was completely buried.

“Oh myGod,” she groaned. “Lex—yes.”

I began to move in short, shallow thrusts until I could slide into her with no resistance. I picked up the pace and fucked her with deep, steady strokes. My thighs connected solidly with herbackside. I tried to keep us both from making too much noise, but she was so loud—desperate little whimpers muffled against her own wrist, her ass pressing back into each and every thrust.

Her head dropped, her chin tight against her chest. “Harder,” she commanded. “I know you can fuck me harder than that.”

I obeyed. The bathroom mirror rattled on the wall, and Eva’s breath fogged up the reflective glass. My rhythm deepened, faster, more urgent, the strap rubbing against me with every thrust. I could feel the heat building fast, feel the pressure mounting between us.

My fingers flexed and I dug them a little harder into her hips. “Fuck. You feel so good,” I said, my voice hoarse.

“Pull my hair.”

I stilled. That was definitely off limits. It was a level of consent I hadn’t imagined ever asking.

I swallowed. “Are you sure?”

Her eyes fluttered open, catching mine in the mirror. “Do it. Now, Lex.”

I gingerly wrapped my fingers around her hair, gathering the loose strands like a ponytail. I gave an experimental tug, and her back arched, her head tilting up with a gasp.

I turned my wrist, wrapping the ends of her hair more firmly around my fist. My other hand gripped her hip again as I started moving—deeper, harder, my pace picking up with the rhythm of her breath.