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Scarlett

He shut the bedroom door, spun me around, and pushed me up against the bedroom wall. His eyes were full of want, lust, and need. He pressed his body against mine and claimed my mouth, his hand falling to my throat where his hand wrapped around my neck.

“I was a stupid man for waiting this long,” he murmured, pressing his lips to mine while his fingers gently squeezed the side of my neck.

I could already feel the throbbing at my centre, my body begging for him to touch me in places I’d only ever dreamt he’d touch.

He tugged at the button of my jeans as he lowered his hand from my neck, kissing his way down to the top of my shoulder as he slid his hand into my panties, running his finger through my slick centre.

A moan escaped my lips as I closed my eyes and gripped his biceps.

“Open your eyes, Scarlett. I want you to look at me while I touch you.”

When I opened my eyes, he pulled his hand from my pants and placed the two fingers he had buried inside of me into his mouth, licking them clean. My jaw dropped as he gave me that sexy grin I’d always loved.

“Get your ass over here,” he said, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

With my legs shaking, I walked over and went to sit down, but he stopped me, placing his hands on my hips. He tugged my pants down over my hips, allowing them to pool at my feet.

“Take your shirt off,” he commanded.

I did as I was told, lifting it up over my head, and when I looked back down at him, he too had removed his shirt. I could see the outline of his rigid cock through his jeans, something I’d felt so many times pressed into me while we’d been watching movies when we were younger.

He reached up, flicked the front clasp on my bra, pushing it off my shoulders, then sat there, looking up at me.

He pulled me into him, pressing a kiss to each breast before laying back on the bed and undoing his pants, lifting himself just enough to shimmy his pants down.

I almost gasped when he sprung free. He was bigger and thicker than I’d expected. I bit my bottom lip as I watched him move to the centre of the bed, laying on his back, stroking himself.

Watching him, watching his head drop back, the taught muscles in his arm as he stroked himself, was probably the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.

“You going to come over here and join me?” he asked, still slowly stroking himself. “Perhaps sit on my face?”

“Levi….” I could feel my cheeks heating as I crawled onto the bed, and when I got closer, he placed his hand on mine.

“Crawl on top,” he murmured. “I want to watch you.”

I swallowed hard, “Levi, I—”

“Crawl on top of me. I want you on top for our first time. It will be easier for you if you take control. I’ve waited to long for this moment and if I take control, I won’t be gentle, and I’ll hurt you.”

I swallowed hard as our eyes met. Then I crawled on top of him. He ran his fingers through my centre again, drawing small circles over my clit before sliding two fingers up inside of me.

“Fuck, Scarlett,” he whispered, now taking his thumb and circling my clit while pumping his fingers inside of me.

I could already feel my orgasm building when he stopped. He reached over his head, grabbed a condom off his nightstand, opened it, and slid it over himself, then lined himself up at my entrance, running the tip of his cock through my centre.

“Go slow,” he warned as I slid down on him, stopping as he stretched me to the point of hurting.

“God, Levi, it….it hurts,” I moaned, biting my bottom lip as I allowed my body to adjust to the pain.

“Slowly,” he reminded me, clasping my hands while I slowly pressed down on him a little more, stopping more often to give my body time to expand.

“Rub your clit,” he whispered, looking in my eyes.

“I can’t, Levi, it hurts.”

“Rub your clit, Scarlett. It will take your mind off it and allow your body to relax.”

While I wasn’t a virgin, I certainly hadn’t experienced this type of sexual relationship before. Duncan hadn’t been vocal. He also hadn’t been the type of man to tell you what he wanted or how to do something. I remembered most of my friends saying that he must be a boring lover.

“I want to watch you, Scarlett,” Levi whispered.

I met his eyes, suddenly feeling very much on display as I thought about the position I was in. He didn’t wait. He took my hand and placed my fingers between my legs where, with a nod from him, I gently touched myself.

I could feel my cheeks heat as I watched his eyes fall to my hand. My fingers danced over my clit.

“That’s my girl. God, I love watching you touch yourself.”

I bit my bottom lip as I watched him watching me and started lowering myself onto his cock, burying him deeper inside of me.

“Oh god, that’s it, Scarlett.” He moaned, gripping my hips, moving them back and forth as I rubbed my clit.

“Oh, fuck,” I cried as I felt my orgasm building.

“That’s it,” he said breathlessly, slowing the movement of my hips.

He pulled my hand away, then sat up, wrapping his arms around me, and rolled us until I was laying against the mattress. He pulled his cock from inside me, letting me feel the emptiness.

He pushed my knees to my chest, then spread my legs open, first bending down and running his tongue through my centre. Flicking his tongue back and forth over my clit, before he slid two fingers deep inside of me.

“Ready for more?” he asked, looking up at me, taking his free hand and rolling my nipple between his fingers.

I moaned, this time stopping myself by biting the back of my hand, so we didn’t wake Mia, and nodded.

Levi sat up, placed the head of his cock at my entrance, and started pushing forward.

I figured I’d be able to take him faster, but he had to go slow again, allowing me to adjust to him.

It didn’t take as long, and once he was buried inside of me, he began thrusting his hips, bottoming out with each thrust.

“Rub your clit,” he demanded again, breathless as he continued pumping deep inside of me. “I love to watch. I always want to watch.”

I reached down and started circling my clit with my fingers, trying to hold my orgasm back from hitting. I bit my bottom lip, tipped my head back, and let out a loud moan as I felt myself tightening around him.

“Fuck, Scarlett, I’m going to come,” he said, breathless as his muscles tightened and he poured into me, burying himself deeper than I thought was possible before collapsing on top of me.

One month Later

I took a sip of my coffee after I’d just uploaded an article from the weekend and glanced down at my phone. I smiled when I saw Levi’s name and opened our chat.

Levi: Not going to lie. It will be nice to be away this coming weeked and to have you there. Perhaps we can have a loud love making session the first night, you know, without little ears.

Scarlett: Is that so?

Levi: Yes, you know how it helps me to ease stress before and after a game.

I smiled. He wasn’t wrong, he absolutely loved taking all his frustration out before and after a game, and I loved being on the receiving end.

Scarlett: Before, after, I’d even hedge a guess during if you could make that work.

Levi: Not during. I have to concentrate on the game, but I still think of you.

Scarlett: Good save ;) What time do you leave tonight?

Levi: I’ve got to beat the arena for six. You sure you’ll be okay looking after Mia?

Scarlett: Of course. I’m looking forward to it.

Levi asked me if I’d be okay to watch Mia tonight while he played.

Of course, I’d agreed immediately. I’d been spending a lot of time with Mia and Levi since the night I’d come for dinner.

So much so, Levi had mentioned the guys were worrying because he’d not been out with them in a while.

Tonight, he’d promised them he’d go out with them after the game.

Levi: Okay, because I’ll be home late, remember I’m heading out with the guys.

Scarlett: I remember. It will be fine. I’ll just crawl into your bed and wait for you once she is asleep.

Levi: Thanks for that visual, and on that note, I guess I’ll let you get back to work. I have to get ready to go to a meeting. See you after work.

Scarlett: See you then.

I closed our chat and looked back to my computer to see an email had just come in.

I opened my inbox to see Carol’s name and froze as I read the subject line on the email.

Apparently, Carol had contacted Skylar Payne on my behalf, and she had responded.

Carol had forwarded me the email and as I sat there, I suddenly felt sick to my stomach.

I took a deep breath and opened the email.

To Whom it May Concern,

I know you said this didn’t require an in-person meeting, but I’ll be in Vancouver in the next few days to take care of a legal matter.

I could meet Scarlett Green on Wednesday morning, this week.

I’d be happy to sit down and talk with her.

I’m guessing the meeting is to talk about what transpired when I worked for the New York team and why I was fired.

I follow the Ice Insiders and am aware of the pieces that have been going out on scandals in the sports community.

I would be more than happy to tell my side of the story.

Sorry for the late response, Skylar Payne

I read her email over again. I had nothing to do with the articles she was speaking of, and Carol knew that, but I couldn’t see the email Carol had sent to find out what it had said.

As I read her email for a third time, I felt like I was going to be ill especially when I got to the part about a legal matter.

I needed to get out of this, so I hit respond, and began typing, letting her know that I’d no longer need to meet with her when Carol stopped by my office.

“Scarlett, how are things coming with failure to commit article?”

I stopped typing, swallowed hard, and looked up at Carol who stood there grinning ear to ear. I wanted to confront her about this email but seriously doubted there was any point.

“Fine. Have one more interview to conduct and you’ll have your piece.”

“Perfect.”

“I’ll um, I’ll need an extension.”

Carol looked at me.

“The one interview I’m waiting on can’t be held for two more weeks.” I shrugged.

“Didn’t you get my email?” she questioned.

“I did.”

“Isn’t that the interview you were waiting for?” she asked.

I looked at her and then at my computer screen.

Honestly, I wasn’t waiting for any interview, and I had a feeling she knew it.

What I really wanted to tell her was to hold this damn interview herself since she was the one who’d contacted Skylar and by the looks of things under false pretenses.

Instead of saying anything I just kept my mouth shut.

“Fine, a couple more weeks, but no more extensions after this one.”

I nodded and watched her walk away, then turned back to the computer, tapping my nails on my desk.

I could only imagine how vague Carol had been in her email to her and how she had probably never mentioned Levi at all.

It made total sense she was thinking it was about her being fired.

Lately, the Ice Insiders had been doing many articles on things that had gone on in the past, and anyone who’d followed us and had been contacted for an interview would have the right mindset to think it was regarding a past event.

I shook my head and closed my email. I needed to think, and I needed air. I got up from my desk, called the front desk and told them to hold all my calls, then grabbed my jacket and took off from the office.