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“Boyfriend?” he teases.

Choosing to ignore Alex, I click my screen off and toss my phone onto the coffee table. But the damage is done. There’s an undeniable feeling between my legs that he caused.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I inform Bodhi.

I nudge him with my elbow playfully as he finishes off his sandwich, only to giggle when he starts elbowing me back.

The little game back and forth has me losing my balance and laughing as I drop backward onto the couch cushions.

Yanking on his arm to try catching myself, he topples over until half his body is draped on top of mine and we’re staring at one another.

I can feel everything. And I mean everything. Hard muscles and harder…other things.

Bodhi looks down at me curiously as my lips stretch into a wide smile and I move my fingers up to trace his jaw. “Something tells me this isn’t the kind of entertainment my brother promised when he asked you to pick me up.”

“Shit,” he cusses, starting to push himself off me before I grab onto his forearm and shake my head.

“I didn’t say I minded.”

I know what the heat in his eyes means just like I know what the sudden twitch in his pants is from. He clears his throat, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip. “Olive…”

I swallow, only giving myself a few seconds before making a move on the bulky hockey star hovering over me. The second our lips brush, his body tenses. I pull back just far enough to give him the option to move away. To reject me.

But he doesn’t.

And the truth is, I’m glad. Because I need this. Fun. Spontaneous. I need to feel something other than anger and confusion for once.

Screw Alex and his dirty texts.

Sighing, Bodhi murmurs, “This is a bad fucking idea.”

I don’t know who he’s trying to convince.

Himself or me.

“We don’t have to do anything,” I say. I hope he doesn’t take the out.

I watch him with hooded eyes, biting into my bottom lip and waiting to see any hint of emotion that gives him away.

I know he’s attracted to me. He’s a natural flirt, but I can see the way his eyes linger when I’m around.

My brother wouldn’t have warned me about him if he didn’t sense the same thing.

Was I taking advantage of him by wanting this? Maybe. But I wasn’t forcing him one way or another. He’s said it before; we’re two consenting adults.

His eyes flick over my face in contemplation. I don’t know what he’s trying to find. An excuse. A reason to say no. Whatever he’s searching for he obviously doesn’t find.

“Your brother is going to kill me.”

I brush the pad of my thumb along his bottom lip and say, “My brother won’t find out.”

I kiss him again, this time harder than before until he uses his lips to pry mine open and taste my tongue. A low groan rises from his throat, swallowed by the flick of my tongue along his teeth. I flatten my back along the length of the couch until his body settles between my parted thighs.

The make out session is hot and heavy as our hands explore each other, winding up under one another’s clothing until we’re writhing and capturing the breathy sounds that escape our lips from the strategic touches.

I moan with each flick of his fingers beneath the fabric of my panties.

He cusses at the stroke of my palm over his impressive length that’s hard and smooth.

I know we should move this to my room, but I’m too far gone after the drawn-out orgasm created by his thick, talented fingers to care about privacy. After I’m sated, I start yanking down his jeans enough to free his erection from the denim and help him lower my bottoms too.

Wrapping my palms around him again, he swears and drops his forehead against the arm of the couch beside my head. “I don’t have a condom.”

I freeze, chest deflating. “What?”

“I didn’t exactly anticipate this happening.”

I lick my lips, feeling his cock twitch in my palm that I experimentally squeeze. A garbled noise comes from him as he thrusts forward into my hand.

His lips trail to my neck. “We could get each other off again in other ways.”

We could. God we could.

But I need more. “I’m on the pill.”

Bodhi groans. “Don’t tell me that. That’s not a good idea. Trust me.”

“Just pull out to be safe,” I say.

“You’re going to be the end of me.”

I can’t help but snort, causing him to pick his head up and smirk at me. “Hopefully not until after we get to the good stuff. I’d be disappointed if this ended before it began. And it might be hard to explain to my mom why I’m trapped half naked under you with your dick inside me.”

He clenches his eyelids closed. “That mouth of yours…”

I peck his lips with mine, nipping the bottom one and drawing out another indiscernible noise from deep in his chest. “Maybe you’ll find out how amazing this mouth is after you show me what your cock can do.”

It doesn’t take him long after that to make up his mind, kissing me as he guides himself to my entrance. Nudging my legs further apart with his knees, he positions himself at my core and pushes in. He’s bigger than what I’m used to, making me wince slightly as he stretches me out.

“You good?” he asks quietly, stopping halfway in to let me adjust before moving again.

I nod, hooking an arm around his neck and a leg around his waist as best I can since my pants are still partially on. “It’s been…” I stop myself from admitting it’s been a while. “Just fuck me before I have to get the job done myself, Hoffman.”

I have the technology now.

His eyes flash at the command before he happily obeys.

There’s something both gentle and not about his hard, fast movements. The creak of the old couch is going to replay in my mind as he cradles my head and kisses me like he means it, even if we both know he doesn’t.

I’ll never be able to look at the piece of furniture the same again as my brother’s teammate pumps into me, kneading my ass, my breasts, sucking my tongue, and whispering every dirty thought on his mind into my ear until I’m at the brink of a second orgasm.

“That’s it. Take me.”

“Jesus fucking Christ you feel so good.”

“You’re going to make me cum so hard.”

He lifts my shirt up and rises enough to pop one of my E’s free from the bra cup it’s trapped in and tweak the hardened nipple with one hand while playing with my clit with his other. The swipe over the sensitive nerves sparks something in me that arches my back up.

“I can feel you coming,” he groans as I clench him. He grabs my ass and lifts me enough to hit the perfect spot inside of me until his eyes start rolling back as his movements becomes jerky. Between his face, the sounds between us, and the whining furniture, it’s too much.

I come, my body arching from the sensations coursing down my spine and spasming around him until he pulls out, lifts onto his knees, and spills onto my breasts and stomach.

His hot cum marks me as much as his heated gaze does, making me flush at the mess.

“Fuck,” he groans, staring at the mess he made as he strokes himself until every last drop is out.

“I think my soul left my body for a second.”

We’re both catching our breaths when he lowers himself to kiss me one last time before peeling himself off me and grabbing a few tissues from the box resting on the coffee table.

He cleans me off, glancing up and asking, “So, who’s the guy?”

My eyes flick up to meet his, brows furrowing. “Who says there’s a guy?”

His smile is all-knowing. “You’ve never entertained the thought of doing this before, which tells me there’s somebody you’re either trying to get over or piss off. And I saw the text.”

The text. He saw that and still let me…?

I wet my lips. “You tell me your woes and I’ll tell you mine. Why aren’t you in New York?”

My bargain is met with silence.

Just like I knew it would be.

And the victorious feeling I thought I’d feel when we’re both clothed and choosing a movie sitting on opposite ends of the couch makes me wonder if I should have just used the damn vibrator instead.

Because your problems always find you in the end.