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She’s ticklish. I tuck that bit of information away to use later.

I nibble the length of her neck until I reach her lips. She wraps her arms around my back, scratching lightly down my spine. My cock swells needily with a mind of its own.

“Mmm...tangy and sweet,” she says, breaking the kiss.

My heart ticks off an extra beat as I nip her lower lip. She giggles again, and her breasts jiggle like gelatin against my pecs. I nibble lower until I reach the valley between her pillowy mounds. I drag the tip of my tongue around one globe, circling slowly until I’ve reached the rosy gem. I tug her nipple, drawing her into my mouth so I can worship the tiny bud with my tongue.

She wiggles and moans beneath me, scratching at my back and ass. I adjust my hips and release her nipple with a pop. Her tits jiggle, dancing beneath me in an alluring dance. I move to the other breast, repeating the motions until she’s bucking beneath me with her back arched off the bed.

So responsive.

My impatient cock weeps against her thigh, ready to play. She digs her fingernails into my ass when I slowly release her nipple. I slide my hand down her side and over her hip to her knee and lift, widening the space between her legs. My cock bounces against her inner thigh, leaving a streak of wetness glistening on her skin.

I fist my cock and glide my hand upward, guiding the beast to her hot, melting center. Madison’s eyes widen as she glances between our bodies. She licks her lips and grins, satisfied with what she sees. My heart and confidence swell with pride. I glide the tip along her entrance, and the bad boy practically leaps from my palm.

I press into her slowly while watching her eyes. The greens and golds darken, then roll upward as she presses her head into the mattress. Sweat trickles down my back as I clench my jaw, trying to hold back from slamming into her.

“Oh, fuck,” she hisses and moans when I’m in halfway. “More. Please give me more.”

I chuckle and give her all I’ve got. I plunge into her with one long thrust, sinking between her folds and basking in the hot, liquid pool she offers. She’s sheer bliss. My cock throbs, and we begin to move, slowly at first, gliding out and then plunging into her again and again. My heart roars as blood surges through my veins.

Madison’s face contorts, and her breathing comes fast and hard. Mine follows suit as she screams for more. She wraps her legs around my waist and digs her heels into my ass as I plow into her, sinking my cock as deeply as possible.

She yells my name with a choked gasp. Her silken walls squeeze around me as she falls over to the edge, milking me with her orgasm. I follow behind her, filling her with my release. My arms and legs shake, vibrating and buzzing with such intensity I’m afraid my heart will combust.

I collapse on top of her, sweaty and shaking. She caresses my back with her fingertips, drawing circles that damn near drive me insane. My body’s hyper-aware of every tingle, throb, and goosebump.

“Can we do that again?” Madison whispers against my ear a few minutes later. Her voice shakes, still catching her breath. “Only this time, I want to taste you.”

I lift my head and look into her wild eyes, knowing I’ll never deny her anything she asks for again.

CHAPTER 7

SECOND THOUGHTS

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Madison

I awake in the night with Zach’s arm draped over my waist with my ass nestled against his tireless cock. The slow whir of the overhead fan spins rhythmically overhead, dizzying as I try to drown out the thoughts swirling in my head. My conscience is back in full force.

Why did I let this happen? Bedding Zach was not part of the assignment. My heart betrayed me, weakening my resolve against falling for another athlete.

Niggling doubt sneaks into my thoughts, tiptoeing quietly around the mistakes of my past and the doubt and fear that failure left behind. I’m falling for him, slowly but surely. But can I trust myself, risk my heart for him based on a single promise? The road to regain my confidence and rebuild the foundation that crumbled beneath me has been long and ongoing. How can I open my heart to someone who could potentially crush me?

Zach stirs at my back. His sweet, warm breath wafts over my shoulder, tickling the baby hairs at the base of my neck. I snuggle into him, warm and satisfied, yet conflicted about what the future holds. His hand slides over my hip, gently caressing its curve.

I rest my hand on his, stalling his movement. We need to talk about this–what we’re doing. Or maybe it’s just me needing to slow things down.

Zach nuzzles my hair. His lungs inflate as he inhales, and his impressive, muscular chest expands against me. On the outside, Zach checks off almost every box a girl could wish for. He’s handsome, charming, larger than life, athletic, and in good shape–the perfect specimen for protecting a woman. But physical attributes are no guarantee he’ll protect my heart.

Men have assumed an advantage over me for my entire life, at least from the time I hit puberty. I’ve second-guessed myself for as long as I can remember. My ex made it his job to remind me of the internal failures of my cognitive thinking ability. And I believed him long after he was gone.

What makes Zach any different?

“Tired?” Zach’s sleepy voice rasps against the tip of my ear, sending an army of eager goosebumps marching across my limbs.

He links his fingers with mine, drawing our hands to his warm lips. It’s the reassurance I need that he’s heeding my cue to slow down. The pillow moves as Zach rolls away from my back, no longer spooning me with his whole body. I miss the connection and his warmth quicker than I’d like to admit. He drags me to my back and hovers over me, propped on one elbow.

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