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ANDI

“Yes. You, too.”

Once more he rises onto his knees between my legs and yanks at my leggings.

They’re very stretchy and go easily and he drags them off my legs.

He gazes at my black lace panties.

“They match.”

My smile is shaky.

He rubs me through the fabric.

“You’re damp here.”

“No kidding.” I lift into his touch again shamelessly.

“Ohhhh.”

“Fuck.” He grabs the sides of my panties and jerks them down.

Now I’m naked, my breasts heavy, my pussy melting.

He outlines the tattoo on my hip with his fingers.

“This is nice, too.”

“Th-thanks.” A swirl of flowers and leaves trails over my left pelvic bone.

“I love it.” And he bends to kiss it.

Oh, God.

I blink up at the ceiling as delicious heat spreads from his lips through my body.

He shocks me then by sliding his arms under my pelvis and lifting me…

to his mouth.

“Ohhhhh, God,” I moan again.

The touch of his lips on my skin there is luscious.

He lays soft kisses up and down, presses his nose against me, then gently suckles the folds on either side of my opening.

I can only make an unintelligible sound, my head tipping back, my fingers curling into the bed covers.

He plays with me there as if he can’t get enough, long slow licks, lush sucks, soft kisses.

The rough, greedy noises he makes inflame me even more, and I’m about to burst out of my over-sensitive skin when he focuses on my clit.

“I’m gonna come again,” I whisper.

I let out a breath.

He lifts his head and peers up at me.

His shiny mouth curves into a smile before he drags the back of his hand across it.

“I wanna be inside you. Wanna feel that tight little pussy around me.”

I hear the question.

“Yes. But we need a condom.”

He rolls off the bed and quickly strips off his suit pants and boxer briefs.

I watch avidly as his cock is freed, jutting up and away from his body, long, solid, wet at the tip.

I run my tongue over my bottom lip then catch it between my teeth as he moves to the nightstand, pulls open a drawer, and digs out a small package.

Watching him suit up is enthralling, his arms strong, his fingers long and lean on his heavy cock.

“I have to warn you,” he says in a low, gravelly voice.

“I’m about ready to blow. You are so fucking hot. This could be fast.”

My belly flutters and I part my legs as he returns to the bed, moving between them on his knees.

Oh…

I look down at his thighs, thick and muscled and dusted with dark hair, and my pussy contracts hard.

I take in his hand on his cock, the condom stretched thin around his girth.

He watches my face as he enters me, taking such sweet care with me that my eyes sting.

I ache with need.

“Yeah,” he murmurs.

“So wet. Take it… just… like… that.”

When he’s fully seated inside me and I’m clenched around him, so close to an orgasm, he closes his hands around my waist and starts to move.

His cheeks flushed, his eyes hungry, his mouth full and sensual, I throw my arms up over my head and lose myself in sensation.

The wet sounds of our bodies joining fill the room along with the scent of him.

“You feel so good.”

“Ohhh… yeah… you too.”

More than good…

the fullness, the stretch of him on my body is sublime, tugging at pleasure points inside me, heating my blood even more.

I’m burning.

“I’ve been thinking about this. So goddamn much.”

I stare at him.

“Me, too.”

His strokes get harder and faster.

My breasts bounce and he stares at them, then leans over to kiss me.

His mouth is hard and demanding and I slide my hands around the back of his neck and kiss him back.

I rarely come without touching my clit, but right now his pelvis is hard against me and I shift the angle of my hips so he’s rubbing on just the right spot.

His big cock inside me drags over sensitive nerve endings that twist up with the pleasure coiling inside me from the friction on my clit into a massive, exquisite helix of excitement.

It tightens higher, higher, and I shatter, shudder, seized by hot, shocking ecstasy.

My body clenches his as contractions rip through me, my abs and my thighs tightening, warm deliciousness sliding down my legs and making my toes curl.

His heart hammers against mine, his face buried in my neck as he murmurs, “Beautiful. Perfect. Can’t stop… love fucking you.”

I wrap my arms and legs around him and he comes, swelling and pulsing inside me, his body hard and solid and vibrating.

His breath goes jagged, he groans, and I hold onto him all the way through it, moved and gratified and a little shaken.

A while later—five minutes?

An hour?

I don’t even know—I whisper, “Good game.”

After a startled beat, he cracks up laughing, then tries to muffle it.

With an arm around my neck, he pulls me closer and kisses my forehead.

I’m smiling, too.

“You do have great hands,” I tell him.

“I do, for a goalie. My mouth is even better, though.”

“Your mouth is definitely talented.”

“You know another thing I’m good at because I’m a hockey player?”

“What?”

“I can score more than once a night.”

“Oh, yeah?” I smirk at him.

“I thought you were going to say you’re fast…”

He gasps.

“What?” And in a flash, with impressive strength, he rolls me onto my back and moves over me.

“If you’re implying I don’t have stamina, I’ll be happy to prove you wrong. I’m taking that as a challenge. And just so you know… I believe in ladies first.”

Yes, he does.

“I appreciate that.” I kiss his jaw.

“Also… you’re really beautiful.”

“Oh.” We gaze at each other, a connection between us thickening, wrapping around us.

“I also know when to play rough. And I always use protection.”

I start giggling, one of those helpless laughs that you can’t control, and we’re both lying here in bed, our bodies shaking with mirth as we try to be quiet.

Eventually I tilt my head back to look into his face.

“One night I was watching one of your games and the announcers kept saying…” I dissolve into laughter again, struggling to get the words out, “D-dirty things.”.

“Like what?”

“Like… you were down on your knees and you like to go down.”

His smile is wicked.

“I do like to go down… especially on you.”

All my breath vacates my chest as he shifts on the bed, lower…

“I should go home.” We just got Tilly up, fed, changed, and back to sleep.

We’re sitting on the side of his bed, him in a pair of boxer briefs, me in panties and my T-shirt.

His eyebrows tug together.

“You don’t have to.”

I hesitate.

“Um… should we talk about this?”

“I guess that would be the mature thing to do.” He jerks his head toward the door, and I follow him out of the bedroom, We sit on his couch, one lamp still on.

“Obviously, I’m attracted to you,” I begin.

He groans.

“Fuck, me too.”

“I think we’ve both been fighting it for a while. Because we knew it wasn’t a good idea.”

“We’re friends,” he says quietly.

“I like being friends with you.”

Is he saying that’s all he wants?

“I also like kissing you. And fucking you.”

A smile hovers on my lips.

“And I don’t want to lose you as a friend.”

I give a tiny nod.

“I know. Me too.”

“Because I’m not really made for relationships.”

Yeah, he told me that.

And me…

well, even if I no longer believe that the reason my marriage ended was because of my own shortcomings, I already made the mistake once of falling in love with a professional athlete who only cares about one thing—his career.

So getting involved with Ford in a romantic way would just be heading for trouble.

“I don’t think I am either,” I say.

“We talked about that.”

“Phhht. There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“You say that now. But if we got involved, maybe you’d find out.” He says nothing and I continue.

“I haven’t had sex in a while. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. So this was… good.”

“Good?” He elevates an eyebrow.

“You know it was better than that, Andi.”

“Okay, yes, it was amazing and hot and…” And frankly, a little scary.

“But my point is, I think we both needed that.”

He regards me impassively.

“Are you saying it’s one and done? This is it?”

I nibble my bottom lip.

“It could be. Or… we could keep doing this… just, you know, for the sex. But not get involved emotionally.”

His lips quirk.

“You bring the friendship and I’ll bring the benefits.”

I have to smile.

“Yeah. No expectations. No commitment. It ends when it ends.”

“And you think we can still be friends after that?”

“Sure.” No, I’m not sure.

He goes silent for so long, I don’t know what to think.

Then he says, “Okay. I’d be an idiot to turn that down.”

“Exactly!” I pause.

“Would it help if we had rules?”

“I’m always in favor of rules.”

“I know. Okay. Like I said, no expectations, no commitments.”

He nods.

“Are we sleeping with other people, too? Or just each other?”

He scowls.

“Fuck that. Just each other.”

“Okay. But if we do want to date someone else, we have to be honest and open about it.”

“Absolutely.”

I hesitate.

“Sleepovers. You’re okay with that?”

One corner of his mouth lifts.

“Sleeping alone is a waste of my sexual talent.”

I laugh.

“But seriously, yeah, I’m okay with it.” He stands and takes my hands, pulling me up with him.

“Better than okay. Let me demonstrate that stamina.”

He tugs me toward the bedroom and I go with him willingly, because holy hotness, this man knows how to kiss and how to make me come and it’s spectacular, and I want this, so, so much, and I have to ignore that pesky little voice in the back of my mind that’s whispering that this could be dangerous.