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“Riggs!”

I don’t even try to hold back…

I just let my orgasm come.

“Fuck, Ella,” I groan. “Fucking hell.”

We move together in nothing that approaches gracefulness, but I don’t give a fuck, not balls deep, not as her orgasm peaks and begins to ebb, as she collapses against me, the aftershocks of her pleasure milking my cock again and again and again.

Not as I hold her close and headlights flash behind us.

I get one glimpse of Knox’s concerned face through the steamed-up back window before I see he understands what’s happening.

He spins on his heel, and a minute later those headlights disappear.

Probably scarred for life.

But I don’t give a fuck.

I go back to holding my woman.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

Ella

“Are we going to talk about the sparks between Knox and Ivy tonight?” I ask when I can breathe again.

My pants are up and Riggs has deposited me back onto my seat.

“You mean the attraction that nearly sets the room on fire anytime they’re together?” he asks, leaning over to buckle my seat belt. “Or the fact that Ivy can’t stand him?”

I find the energy to grin. “Both.”

He straightens his clothes, cleaning up with the stack of napkins he retrieved from the glove box and used on me first. “Both,” he agrees, jabbing at the button to turn on the engine again, sending warm air into the rapidly cooling interior of the SUV. “I think Knox might need a taste of his own medicine.” He glances over at me, waggles his brows. “You ready to pull out those matchmaking skills?”

I wink. “I was born ready.”

“Damn right, you were.” A tilt of his head. “Your house or mine?”

“Yours,” I tell him. “You need to pack for your road trip.”

Because while he’s been home this week and I’ve gotten to enjoy spending this time with him—even with the side of grumpy old man (who I’m starting to like despite myself)—the team has more games to play. A series of important ones that will likely determine where they’ll end up for the playoffs.

“I know your wardrobe options are limited at my house,” he says. “And you have a full day tomorrow. I can just get up a little early and go home to pack.”

“Honey, you’re going to get up earlier than five?”

He shrugs. “I’m used to sleeping all sorts of weird hours.”

“But you shouldn’t have to just so I can pick out a cute outfit.”

He smiles then snags my hand and places it on his thigh, pressing it down lightly so that I keep it there.

That—well, all of it—this conversation, the way he’s inviting me to touch him—it all hits…

Hard, maybe, but also soft.

It’s a mental shock to realize how far we’ve come from the night in this car not all that long ago, but it’s also…right? Perfect. Everything I never thought I wanted.

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