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RILEY

I speed walk down the hall as fast as I can while still buried inside of her. When I reach her room, I tuck her pelvis closer to mine and gracefully climb onto the bed. With a smacking kiss on her lips, my cock slips out of her heat as I slide down her body. In our lust for each other, I forgot her shorts were still on. I swiftly pull them off her body and toss the offensive material over my shoulder. With her finally bare, my fingers replace my length and I settle between her thighs.

Sucking her clit into her mouth, I curl a finger inside of her. Sarah’s breathlessness and her body’s response to me is the biggest turn-on. Knowing that this is what gets her closer to an orgasm is a win in my eyes. My mouth replaces my fingers and I lick at her opening. Our release mixes together and the taste of us drives me feral. I wrap my arms around her thighs and eat her like I haven’t had food in days. Her thighs clamp around my head as I tongue at her opening the way I would kiss her.

“Riley!” Sarah shouts when my tongue curls inside of her. Her reaction spurs me on and the pressure of her thighs squeezing my head harder encourages me more. I add my fingers back to the mix and curl them inside of her and flick my tongue over her stiff clit.

I know she’s close. I pull my mouth from her and move my thumb to her clit. “Come for me, Sarah.” I tell her and latch my lips back to her opening at the same time she lets go. She floods my mouth with her release and I do everything to drink up her essence. I’m addicted.

To her taste.

To her smell.

To her.

I continue to lick and work her through her release until Sarah pulls me up and fuses our mouths together. Her tasting herself on my lips is the sexiest thing I’ve experienced and I don’t miss the sound of her moaning as she does. I line myself at her entrance and slide into her still fluttering cunt and thrust home. I wrap an arm under her thigh, hooking it over my shoulder and sliding deeper as my pace increases. Sarah slides her hands down my back. Pulling on my lower back and meeting me thrust for thrust. I break our kiss and look down at where our bodies meet. My cock tunneling inside her pussy is enough to have my balls draw up.

I stop suddenly and sit back on my heels, taking Sarah with me. I cradle her in my arms and bounce her on my cock.

Sarah throws her head back on a silent scream as my cock hits her g-spot.

“That’s it, baby. Let go and let me hear you. Come all over my cock,” I coach her as she lets go, screaming my name. My second orgasm follows her and I work us both through our release. Her body goes lax in my arms and I gently set her down, my cock slips out of her heat and I watch as our release spills out of her. That’s hot and almost makes me want another go.

“Okay,” Sarah pants out and stares up at the ceiling breathless. “That’s one thing we won’t have to fake.”

I snort and roll off the bed. “Do you have any towels?”

Sarah gets off the bed, in all her naked glory, and walks past me into her bathroom and through to what looks like a massive closet. She comes back with two towels and sets them on the vanity.

“Bathroom is all yours.”

She makes to walk out but I snake my arm around her waist, dragging her back into my space. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To let you shower alone.”

“Nice try, Blue.” I release her and turn on the shower. Turning around, I see her surveying me like I’m an undiscovered creature. She’s probably confused by the nickname I’ve given to her. But I plan to keep that name under lock and key for the time being. I put my hand under the water to feel for the temperature and when I feel it’s warm enough, I grab her hand and drag her under the spray with me.

Sarah is reluctant and stiff at first, but then she loosens up. She grabs the bar of soap and runs it under the water to suds it up. Rubbing her hands together with the soap and then running it over my body, I watch in amusement with her concentration. Her brows scrunch in concentration and her bottom lip disappears as she tucks it between her lips. I breathe raggedly through her thorough washing of my body and have to think of literally anything when she drops down to her knees to wash my legs and my cock which twitches in her hand. When she’s done, she places the soap on the shelf and maneuvers me under the spray .

Once I see all the soap has run off my body, I return the favor. Her body has curves that I love gripping onto but is tone in all of the right places. Kneeling I kiss her stomach and I make sure to pay close attention to between her legs and don’t miss her flinch.

“Sorry.” I tell her as I continue washing her. Although the caveman in me likes the thought of her a little sore. When I tap her on the ankle, she places her hands on my shoulders and hands a foot to me. I marvel in the muted pink on her toenails being a stark contrast to her vibrant personality. When I’ve finished washing her, I carefully switch our positions and move her under the water to rinse all of the soap off.

I can’t resist pecking her on the lips before I turn off the water and reach for a towel. Stepping out, I dry off my body as fast as I can, wrap it around my waist and then grab the extra towel for Sarah. I turn around and dry her off, then wrap the towel around her as well. I hold my hand out for her and she takes it, letting me help her unnecessarily out of the shower. I peck her on the cheek and leave her to get dressed.

When I walk back into her office, my clothes are scattered all over the place. Weirdly, my phone managed to stay in my pants and I open it up to a few texts from the guys asking to go to dinner. It’s around four and I could make it back in plenty of time. I’ve done everything Sarah needed me to do, so I have no need to stay. But I want to stay. Why do I want to stay?

Shrugging on my wrinkled shirt, I make my way back to her bedroom and find her in the bathroom with a white silk floral robe covering her body. I lean against the doorframe and watch as she lathers her body in lotion. I like watching her in silence. It’s as if I get the unfiltered, peaceful version of her that she chooses not to show to the rest of the world.

“Hey,” she says when her eyes flicker to me in the mirror as she finally notices my presence.

“Hi,” I return a smile at her. “I’ve gotta head out.”

I watch for any sign that she wants me to stay but I detect nothing. She’s good at remembering what we are, or what we’re not, and it seems that I need to follow suit. Or maybe she’s not good at it and has to constantly remind herself that we’re nothing but a contract.

“Okay. Well, I guess I’ll see you in a couple weeks for your first game.” Sarah tells me as she turns around to face me. She looks so delicate that it completely disarms me.

“Sure.” I say and walk forward, invading her space and backing her into her vanity counter. She looks up at me with a renewed fire in her eyes. The shades of blue in them drowns me and makes me want to never come up for air.

My mouth fuses to Sarah’s for a hard and toe-curling kiss. Her hands find my waist and she rises to her toes to deepen our kiss. And just as fast, I rip my mouth from hers, leaving her in the bathroom holding onto the vanity and breathless.

Hopping down the stairs with renewed energy, I shuck on my leather jacket, toe on my boots and snag my helmet from the chair in her foyer. I don’t hear any sounds coming from upstairs and I figure she’s still trying to figure out how to breathe. Opening the front door, I lock the small lock and head out to my bike.

That contract was right to stipulate that we not fall in love.

Because I might already be halfway there.

“What do you mean you don’t want to go out?” Noah whines when I tell them my after dinner plans.

I went right to the restaurant from Sarah’s house. I was hopeful that the drive back to home base would help gather my thoughts. Only the farther I got from her, the more I wanted to turn around and spend more time with her. You’re fake dating, Riley. Remember that. But now all Noah talks about is going out to hopefully get laid and that’s the last thing that’s on my mind. No. The only thing on my mind is a redhead in Cincinnati with eyes so blue, I could paint them and keep discovering new shades of blue.

“What I mean is that I’m beat from my drive. Take Logan.” I tell him and take a sip of water. The truth is that while I’m tired, I’m also still wired from today. But I need more than an hour on a traffic-filled highway to take it all in.

“I don’t wanna go out,” Logan says with a mouth full of chips from next to me.

“Sorry, buddy.” I tell him and turn my attention back to a pouting Noah. “What happened to what's-her-face from last season?”

“She moved.”

“You need more than one backup.” Max says from next to him and takes a pull from his beer.

Logan shakes his head and takes a drink from his water. We’re the only two not drinking tonight. Once September rolls around I go cold turkey. Not that I have a problem or anything, but I don’t perform my best after a couple of drinks. I learned that the hard way my rookie season. While going into my second season, I know the training and practices won’t get much easier. But it’s better to stay on top of my game when I’m not dragging my ass to practice after having one too many beers. So I’m already putting myself in that focus mentality. Thinking of the game makes me wonder if I can convince Sarah to come up here for a few days to get the true hockey training experience.

I’m nudged in the side by Logan and look at him like he’s crazy. “What?”

“What’s up with you?”

“Nothing.” I tell him and shake my head. It’s definitely not like me to get hooked on someone I’m not really dating. But Sarah manages to rewire something in my brain to where all I think about is her. It’s funny how I went from aloof months ago, to wanting to impress her with everything I do.

“Nuh uh,” Noah starts. “That’s a lovesick look you’ve got on your face.”

“I don’t have a “lovesick look” on my face,” I tell them defensively which raises alarms.

“And you’re defensive.” Max notes.

Assholes . “I might have met someone,” I confess to them.

“That redhead you were with?” Logan asks.

Yes . “No. You guys don’t know her and I’d rather not spill anything. Not until I know she’s not in it for the money.” That stings even me saying because I know Sarah isn’t fake dating me for the money. It’s clear that she has her own money judging the way her house exudes wealth.

“Well, I’ll be damned. I never thought I’d see you settle down so soon,” Noah says.

“Dude, I’m only twenty-three. I’m too young to officially settle down.”

Although the idea doesn’t completely terrify me. The dating apps are horrible and if I do meet someone, it turns out they only want to be with me because I’m an athlete. I’m not in the headspace to fund anyone's lifestyle. And dating someone who doesn’t have a stable job seems more like a headache than anything .

Looking at the time on my watch I realize I need to head out. Fishing out my wallet, I throw $100 on the table to cover more than my share. “I’m gonna head out, guys. I’ve got a pilates class in the morning.”

Scooting back from the table, I fist bump the guys and make my way out of the busy restaurant. I acknowledge a few fans and take some pictures before bee-lining my way to my bike. The drive home doesn’t take long and my girls greet me with enthusiasm. Not just for my presence but for food as well. I feed them and shut off the lights, before heading to my bedroom for the night.

As I stand under the stream of water, I reminisce on all that today entailed. I have six months to be the best fake boyfriend and client. And by the end of those six months, I’ll hopefully convince Sarah that we don’t have to end.