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Blair

My skin was hot. Zings of pleasure zipped through my veins as I moaned, sliding a leg up over the sheets to give deeper access to the body on top of me. Without bothering to open my eyes, I arched my back, making room for the hand that slipped between my belly and the sheets and worked its way down to stroke lazy circles over my clit.

“Mmmm, morning,” I drawled.

He bit my shoulder lightly, his hips sliding back until just his head was still inside, then filled me again in a long stroke.

“I love waking up inside you. Love having you when you’re all warm and sleepy.”

He hummed, the vibration tunneling into my ear and fueling the arousal that flowed through me like warm honey.

His fingers stroked down my pussy until they framed the point at which we were joined.

“You feel so good stretched around my dick. We fit so perfectly.”

He rained kisses over my hairline and jaw until I turned into him, letting him take control of my mouth as his hips moved with more urgency.

When he’d first suggested we try cock warming, I’d had to Google the term. Then I’d been worried he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep with an erection, but I loved it. Having him wrapped around me, inside me, as we slept, made me feel safe and cared for in a way I never knew I needed.

The wakeup sex was a great way to start the day, too.

I gasped into the pillows as the slapping sounds of our bodies filled the quiet space.

“Time to come for me, baby. I want you to finish before me.”

Like he’d trained me at some point in the last two weeks, the orgasm flooded through my body on a wave of pleasure. I released a sound somewhere between keening and a sigh as my body tightened around him.

A few strokes later, Cian dropped his forehead between my shoulder blades, shuddering through his own release. He pulled out of me slowly and tapped my thigh.

“Open.”

Since we’d had the birth control/safe sex discussion, we’d given up condoms and I’d learned just how much of a caveman Cian was.

Sliding one knee up the bed, I grinned at his groan of appreciation. His fingers stroked over my sensitive flesh, working his cum over my pussy lips and pushing it back inside so he could watch it drip back out.

“So fucking sexy,” he breathed. With fingertips covered in his release, he worked my pussy until he pulled a second orgasm from me before leaving to start the shower.

When he returned, he paused in the doorway and took in my disheveled state.

“New plan. Screw Thanksgiving, we’re staying here so you can look like that for the rest of the day.”

I chuckled and gathered my strength to get upright.

“I’d love to, but I’m going shopping with Mia for tonight. We can’t let the orphans down.”

He grumbled, but faithfully followed me into the shower.

I rewarded him by getting on my knees before we got out.

He was right. His hot water system was far superior to mine.

* * *

“Good turnout tonight,” Dante muttered beside me as we watched players and the who’s who of Austin mingle over drinks while waiting for dinner to be served.

“Hopefully, they’ll raise a decent amount to donate. Do we know if they’re doing a silent auction again this year?”

Dante hummed, looking out over the crowd like someone might fuck things up if she let her guard down. In the corner of the room, Silas Johannsen, one of our first line defensemen, stood with a beer in hand and scowl on face, daring any of the reporters present to try to talk to him. Beside him, our goalie, Keaton Constantine, stood in a slouch that radiated sexual tension. Those two were trouble, if they chose to be. Dante’s eyes returned to them, but she seemed to assess them as low risk and turned her attention back to me.

“So how are you feeling about everything?”

I opened my mouth, ready to tell her all about how well Cian and I had been getting along when I realized she meant the job.

“It’s a steep learning curve, but I feel like I’m getting the hang of a lot of it. Are you sure you don’t want to stick around for another season before I take the training wheels off and apply? They’ll probably find a better candidate if they open up the interviews.”

“Blair.”

The look she shot me spoke volumes.

I sighed. She was right. I’d kept her updated on my therapy sessions, and she seemed genuinely happy to hear the progress I was making.

Confidence is the most important part of the job , she’d told me time and again. And while sometimes I felt more like I was running with fake it ‘til you make it , I had promised myself I would, in fact, try to ‘make it’.

We took our seats shortly after and, much to Cian’s annoyance, our allocated seating had us on different tables.

My phone buzzed as our starters were served and I grinned at the sight of his name.

Cian: You’re too far away. Switch seats

You’ll survive. Eat your food

Cian: I’d rather eat you *wink face*

Behave, and you can later

I put my phone down and tried to engage in the conversation around me. Remy was talking to Dante about a charity idea for the team.

“Are you talking about Austin Animal Allies?” I broke in at the mention of a shelter.

“Yeah, have you heard of it?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been there before. It’s a really great space, and the animals are well cared for.”

He gave me a smile of acknowledgment and turned back to Dante to continue his pitch.

“They have a few different locations around the city. It’d be really cool to support them to upgrade some of the older facilities.”

My phone buzzed again. I opened the chat, then slammed the device face down on the table, my cheeks radiating heat. Cian’s chair was empty at the other table. Of course. Because you couldn’t take a photo like that in company.

I slid my phone into my lap, ensuring my table mates wouldn’t be able to see, and tapped out a reply.

You’re missing your meal

Cian: I’ll eat later. Play with me.

I scrolled up to the photo he’d sent and my belly swooped with arousal. Wherever he was, the lighting wasn’t the best, but I could still make out the vein I liked to run my tongue down, as well as his swollen purple head. The low light glistened off a bead of precum on his tip, and I wondered if he was taking care of things himself while I sat with his teammates.

What do you want me to do?

Cian: Part your thighs and take a photo up that skirt of yours

Around the table, people were engaged in conversation. Some were animated, others somber as they picked at their food. I was nervous about playing the game Cian proposed, mostly because there was something he didn’t know about my outfit. Sliding to the edge of my chair, I thanked whatever event coordinator had decided to use floor length tablecloths as I hid behind the folds of fabric and snapped a photo. Before I could second guess myself, I hit send and deleted the evidence from my gallery.

Cian: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOUR PANTIES?! Fuuuuuuuck *eggplant emoji* *squirting emoji*

I hid a smile and put my phone aside to focus on the conversation around me, praying no one questioned the flush in my cheeks.

It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes later when Cian appeared at my shoulder.

“Excuse us,” he said to Dante as he cupped my elbow. “I need to borrow her.”

I laughed as he grabbed my bag and towed me out of the room. As soon as we were outside, he pinned me to the brick wall and took my mouth in a fiery kiss.

His hands roamed across my breasts and down over my ass, fingertips tracing the crack and making me shudder.

“We’re supposed to be inside,” I gasped as he teased the hem of my dress. “And Dante will kill us both if we get caught and cause a sex scandal.”

“Worth it,” he muttered as he mouthed his way along my collarbone. I groaned and pushed at his pecs, not wanting to stop, but knowing we needed to.

“Your truck.”

He glanced up, brow furrowed for a moment before he clearly came to the same conclusion I did. He’d parked at the back of the lot where it would be difficult for attendees to see.

Hand in hand, we all but ran toward his ride and dove into the back seat. As I slammed the door, he worked his buckle, pushing his pants and boxers off his hips and pulling me over him. My skirt rode up as I positioned him beneath me and sat down hard, pulling a lusty sigh from both of us.

“You’re turning me into a sex fiend with your magic dick,” I said, grinding against him.

“You always were, you just needed the right person to bring it out in you.”

I slapped his chest and he caught my hands, wrapping them behind my back as he pushed up into me. His pubic bone rubbed against my clit in this position, and I dropped my forehead to his shoulder, panting as sparks flew through my body.

“Come on, baby, give it to me.” He was all around me. His arms wrapped me tightly as his breath coasted over my ear. He bit my lobe, and I came with a curse on a shuddering breath.

As usual, he rode out my orgasm before giving into his own, and when we were both floating in post-orgasmic bliss, he reached into his pants pocket for a handful of tissues.

“I stole them from the restrooms after you sent me that picture,” he said by way of explanation as he cleaned me with gentle wipes. “You have no idea how much I want to take you back inside with my cum dripping down your legs, but I’ll just have to make do with the knowledge that we’ll be doing that again as soon as we get home.”

I kissed him sweetly as he continued to clean me up, marveling at how someone could be so considerate and so dirty all at once. I loved all the facets of Cian O’Leary.

And that thought didn’t scare me anywhere near as much as it used to.