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“Not in the slightest,” she replies as she worries her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Well, the quicker we can get this over with, the sooner we can head to my condo,” I point out, tossing my arm around her shoulders.

“Is that so? What gave you the impression that you earned my company for the evening?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Besides the fact that we won”—I pause, leaning down to whisper in her ear as we walk—“I believe I also had a goal, an assist, and blocked five shots, two of which left gnarly bruises that you’re going to have to come over later and rub.”

“So this is what I signed up for? Don’t we employ a very qualified massage therapist around here?” she tosses back, giving me a playful hip check.

“See, with that personality and wit, you’re sure to charm the pants off these reporters. Come on, Little Red, I’ve got plans for you later,” I tell her as I fist the hem of my jersey around her hips and yank her into my chest.

Scarlett was a natural with the press, which should’ve come as no surprise. She charmed the room with every eloquent answer, looking like a pro and causing my chest to swell with pride.

I’m walking down the hallway toward the players’ entrance when Scarlett’s laughter echoes off the walls .

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she tells me, shaking her head. “You can afford the ring of my dreams no problem, yet you willingly walk around with that slung over your shoulder?”

I mock gasp. “Ah, don’t talk about my Duffy that way.”

“Your what? You named your dilapidated duffle bag?”

“You bet your sweet ass I did, Red. Duffy’s been such a good girl to me over the years—she’s stuck by my side and carried me through good games and bad,” I explain.

Scarlett’s bark of laughter rings through the cavernous space, and I’m dying to hear more. “And suddenly, I’m jealous of a duffle bag. She’s been a good girl , huh?”

“ Such a good girl . . . but you’re not jealous of me sharing my praise, are you baby girl?”

I think I hear her faintly whimper at my use of her nickname I typically reserve for the bedroom, so I decide to test my luck and see if I can push her a bit further.

Eliminating the remaining distance between us, I back her up until she’s pressed against the concrete wall, sliding my bag off my shoulder before grabbing hers out of her hand and placing them on the ground.

My fingers drift up her thigh until I’m met by the hem of my jersey which I fist in my hand again.

“Bennett,” my full name leaves her lips on a gasp that sounds more like a prayer, and I realize in this moment I’ve never wanted to see a woman on her knees for me more than I do right now.

“Yes, Scarlett?”

“Take me back to your place—now,” she demands.

“Patience, baby girl,” I preach to her.

“You’ve tested my patience enough tonight.”

Without another word, I bend down to pick up our bags before hurling Scarlett over my shoulder. Her shrieks echo through the parking garage and that only urges me on as I grip her ass and squeeze with my hand that’s holding her over my shoulder.

“Bennett Wilson, put me down right this instant!” she shouts.

I just chuckle in place of a reply.

Once we’re to my car, I drop the bags at the back of my car before rounding to the passenger door and setting her inside. Her scoff is adorable when I buckle her in and shut the door.

Minutes later, we’ve arrived at my condo.

The elevator doors open and I place my hand on the small of her back as I guide her to my front door, type in the code, and let us in.

As interested as I am to see the space through her eyes, I’m too impatient to give her a grand tour right now.

Slipping off our shoes in the entryway, I grab our bags in one hand and grab her hand with the other before taking off toward my bedroom.

“Here’s the kitchen,” I tell her, nodding to the left as we walk past. “The living room,” I nod again.

“Dining room is off that way,” I say but don’t make a gesture as to where, I’m too busy trying to walk her down the hallway.

“Down this hall are the two spare bedrooms and a bathroom, and at the end of the hall here is my bedroom.”

Opening the door, I guide her in, letting her hand go so I can set our bags down on the set of chairs in the corner of the room.

I try to take in the space through her eyes. My oversized bed was custom-made and takes up most of the space. The wooden frame is stained a dark oak with plush charcoal bedding and built-in shelves for nightstands that are an extension of the bed frame.

The exposed brick wall behind my bed was an accent I decided to keep from the previous owner.

In the corner, above the set of chairs, hangs my three favorite guitars as a make-shift accent wall, though I often sit in this corner to play them when I’m home .

“This is not at all what I was expecting,” Scarlett trails off as she moves to the opposite wall that has the doors to my bathroom and walk-in closet.

“The door on the right is my bathroom, and the other is for the room I’m sure you’re dying to see, though I’ll warn you it’s going to be underwhelming compared to your closet.”

She opens the door to my closet and I reach over her shoulder to flip the lightswitch. My closet has dark oak shelves and organizers to match my bed frame.

“You’ve got an entire side dedicated to your suits, I’m impressed,” she tells me as she runs her fingers over the sleeves of my suit jackets hanging in rows, color coordinated, as she once teased me about.

“Do you prefer the dark wood and accents? My place has mostly light maple and white accents, but we could make the spare bedroom next to mine into a closet for you. If you prefer these finishes, we can do that in there.”

“Isn’t that room the craft room you and Gunner use?”

“Yeah, but we can move that to the basement,” she suggests, and I immediately shut that down.

“And waste that natural light you love so much on a dark closet for me? No way, Red. Can’t you make a little space in your closet for me? I mean it’s as big as my entire bedroom.”

She chuckles. “Well, yes, I don’t use the far wall yet . But you’d be surprised by how much my wardrobe can grow in three years.”

My stomach sinks as she points out our agreed-upon timeline for our expiration date.

Clearing my throat, I hesitate for a moment, questioning whether I should push her on that a bit more before thinking better of it.

“Oh, I’ve got no doubt in your ability to utilize that space, but for convenience’s sake, I’d prefer I borrow that space for now instead of taking away a space you and Gunner love so much. ”

Scar smiles softly at that. “I suppose you’re right.” It’s her turn to clear her throat. “Do you mind if I use your bathroom?”

“Not at all,” I tell her as I make my way across my room to grab her overnight bag. “Here you go.”

“Thank you, I’ll be right out,” she assures me as she backs into the bathroom and shuts the door behind her.

I take off my suit jacket and toss it on one of the chairs before unclasping my cufflinks and setting them on top of my dresser. I’ve just finished untucking my dress shirt and am working on making my way down the buttons when the bathroom door opens.

Scar looks positively breathtaking—heart-stopping, even—when she exits my bathroom.

Her curled hair falls down her shoulders over the material of my home jersey, and long, bare legs trail down to her bare feet.

I clasp my chest and rub my sternum to ease the ache that seeing her in just my jersey brings.

“I hear athletes go feral for a woman in their jersey.” She does a little spin, holding up her hair to show off my last name splayed across her shoulders.

Unable to find words right now, I simply grunt in reply.

“What do you think, Cap?” she asks as she drops her hair and slowly lifts the hem of the jersey to reveal the globes of her tight ass.

“Let me guess, you didn’t want any panty lines?” I finally manage to rasp in a tone that’s gravelly with lust as I close the distance between us.

She turns and smiles up at me in amusement, and I can’t help but feel a tightening in my chest at her carefree, teasing demeanor.

When was the last time she was able to smile like that?

Free from the weight of the world on her shoulders—the responsibilities she’s handled alone while managing to make it look effortless?

I want to make her smile like this as often as possible .

“What do I think?” I echo her question and she nods, biting down on her plush bottom lip. “I think I’m glad I got plenty of rest last night, because I plan to take my time with you tonight—all night. What do you think of that, Scarlett?”

Seeing her with my name across her back awakens a possessive side of me—has me wanting to do irrational things.

Like hike up my jersey and fuck her until she’s begging me not only to let her come, but to officially make her Mrs. Wilson.

Only to wake up tomorrow morning and bring her to the courthouse to make that a reality.

Her breathing picks up speed the way it does when she’s turned on, and I’m dying to see how wet she is for me without so much as touching her. Tonight I’d like to play with her—wind her up until she’s pleading for my cock.

She drifts her fingers up the exposed skin of my chest before grabbing the fabric of my shirt and pulling it off. “I think I’d like you to finally fuck your fiancée so I can see if hitching myself to you is the right choice.”

I unbuckle my dress belt and pants and slide them down my legs. Leaning in, I murmur against her lips, “Don’t act like you’ve forgotten what it’s like to have me buried inside of you, baby girl.”

In nothing but my black boxer briefs, Scarlett backs me up and pushes down on my shoulders once the back of my knees meets the mattress. As I sit on the edge of the bed, Scarlett goes to her bag and pulls out my black satin tie from earlier.

“I think I rather liked when you used this on me earlier, Cap.”

“Mmm. Is that so? Does my fiancée like being tied up like my own personal plaything?” Grabbing the backs of her thighs, I pull her on top of my lap so she’s straddling me.

“Yes,” she whimpers as she rubs herself against me. I grip her hips beneath my jersey and work her over my covered length, her breath hitching whenever her clit brushes against my shaft .

“You want me to fuck you, baby girl?”

“Please,” she begs, and I chuckle because if she’s already begging, she has no idea what I’ve got in store for her.

Standing to my full height with her still wrapped around my waist, I turn and walk to the side of my bed before lying her on her back in the middle of the mattress.

I crawl to her and straddle her chest. When Scar licks her lips, my cock grows impossibly harder.

Reaching above her head, I press on the headboard until the wood clicks and a secret panel opens to reveal a steel rod.

Scarlett’s gasp has my dick twitching in anticipation. “Hands above your head, baby girl,” I command, and when she complies, I make quick work of securing her hands to the rod with my tie. After tugging her wrists, I’m satisfied with my handiwork.

“Okay, that should definitely come with us in the move,” she suggests.

I chuckle as I make my way down her body, reveling in the way she squirms beneath me.

“Hang tight,” I tell her as I step off my bed and disappear into the hallway. When I return a moment later with a glass of ice water, I head into my closet to grab a second tie before setting both down on the bedside table.

“Thirsty?” she questions, her chuckles muffled by her breathlessness.

“You have no idea,” I tell her as I slip off my briefs, my cock bobbing to attention as I fist it and roughly stroke it.

Scarlett writhes on the bed, rubbing her thighs together as she tries to find relief.

“What do you need?” I ask, my voice gravelled with lust.

“Your cock.”

“How do you want it?”

“In my mouth,” she admits, licking her lips again .

I grab my other tie from the bedside table and crawl back to her, repositioning myself above her.

“Do you trust me to make you feel good?” I ask her as I gently lift her head off the bed to slip the fabric of the tie under her head.

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Are you okay with being blindfolded, Little Red?”

“Mmm. Yes,” she murmurs.

I fasten my tie over her eyes and marvel at the sight beneath me. “Breathtaking,” I muse as I place a chaste kiss on her lips.

Scarlett whines when I pull away, apparently too quickly for her liking.

Unable to leave her unsatisfied, I give her what she wants, settling between her legs as I kiss her until she opens up for me and I deepen it until we’re both gasping for air.

I trail kisses along her jaw, down the column of her neck, and along each of her collarbones.

When I suck the skin into my mouth, she whimpers, and it deepens my possessive urge to mark her.

She doesn’t protest as I pepper hickeys over her skin that will be a bitch for her to cover come tomorrow.

All the while, I shamelessly grind against her, massaging her clit with my crown and piercings, withholding penetration, continuing her torture.

“I want your cock, Bennett,” she wails impatiently.

“I’m not sure you’ve been patient enough yet. Have you earned my cock, baby girl?”

“Yes! I need it, please.”

“Open up.” Moving to straddle her once more, I hinge her jaw open further and trace the head of my cock along her lips, leaving a trail of my precum.

When her tongue glides over my crown, I barely resist the urge to push my cock to the back of her throat.

Knowing her hands are bound, I have to remind myself to only give what she can take as I slowly feed her inch by inch of my length.

Her mouth stretches around the thickness of my cock and I take a mental snapshot of her in this moment for nights when we’re apart.

“Can you take more of me?” I ask and she nods, unable to respond with my cock down her throat. I piston my hips until she’s nearly taking all of me. When my tip hits the back of her throat, I nearly come undone right then and there.

“Fuck, Scar. Your mouth is going to be my undoing, but not right now,” I tell her as I pull out. “I refuse to come anywhere but inside your tight cunt tonight.”

Her eager pleas for me to do just that have me craving the feel of her surrounding me as I sink inside her again after far too long, but instead I choose to prolong our torture.

“Not just yet, Red,” I tell her and she growls in frustration.

“You’re a fucking masochistic asshole, you know that?”

“I do. But I’m your masochist. If you can be patient, baby girl, I’ll show you how good being mine feels.”