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“Fill me, let me feel you inside me,” she says panting through each word and my restraint snaps as my body coils tight. “That’s it. Take me with you when you go.” Stars burst in my peripheral as I reach the point of no return.

She tilts her hips up adjusting the angle to get what she needs as I pound into her, my mouth and fingers working in tandem to get her there with me. When her eyes flutter closed and her back bows, I take her mouth, kissing her as my dick pulses inside of her—filling her just like she asked.

Fuck, I want to do it again.

Chapter 36

Indie

Rolling to my side, I turn into the warm body beside me, the delicious ache that blooms between my thighs a memento from last night. Thankfully, the back-to-back road trips and the late game today allow us to wake up together, instead of him rushing off to the stadium for meetings or practice.

It’s the last morning we will get like this with the end of the season and a playoff berth in reach for the Bandits.

The stiffness settling in my bones tells me it’s late, but my phone is still in the entryway from last night, and it’s worth the pain to soak this up for a few more minutes before I track it down.

Brushing the hair off of Dom’s face I study him. The first time we woke up like this after that infamous car ride home, I did something very similar, but the ending was not nearly as sweet.

There’s a delicious heaviness that’s settled over my limbs that can only come from many orgasms. Rolling slowly to my side, I’m met with warmth in the form of a hard body and that languid feeling turns to a satisfying ache that makes the last twelve hours rush back to me.

I don’t need to open my eyes to know the hot, hard body I’m currently nestled against is Dom Duran. Trouble. Fun trouble, but the kind of trouble I vowed never to allow into my life again.

Yet, from the moment his lips touched mine, being near him felt like coming home. No one has ever pursued me with the dedication that this man has. Not only that, but he spent more time getting to know me physically and emotionally than anyone ever has. There’s something about his personality that puts me at ease and had me spilling all my secrets between mind-numbing orgasms. So many orgasms.

His arms tighten around me and he hums contentedly, his breathing steady as he sleeps soundly behind me. My hand covers his and I sink into the embrace, imagining what it would feel like to wake up feeling this safe, this secure, this cherished everyday. When his hips shift and his impressive erection pokes me from behind, my eyes fly open, landing on the one thing that could pull me out of my idyllic daydream faster than anything else.

His jersey.

Seeing it here, now, after everything we shared last night sends me crashing down to earth, all the pieces of my soul shattering on the ground as the cruel reminder taunts me.

My failure at staying away from him is almost laughable. Or maybe it would be if the truth of being wrapped in his arms in the morning wasn’t twisting itself around my spine, coiling tighter until nothing is left but fear.

I can’t do this.

Panic takes over, each shallow inhale coming too quickly after the last. My stomach flips dangerously in my stomach. I need to move. I need to get away.

Like a coward, I slip out of bed, making a beeline for the fancy coffee machine in his kitchen, already knowing my plan—coffee and flee.

This was a mistake. One that becomes more obvious as I make my way through his magazine-ready house. Everything here is too perfect. It’s all a facade to trick you into thinking you can have it all. Just like with my ex, Jensen.

He was the same. Picture perfect on the outside. I fell for this once before—the boy-next-door with the picturesque life. He made me feel wanted and then he destroyed me when I needed him the most. After one night, I already feel too much for this man. The power he has over me could crush me, and I’m not so sure I would recover from it, because even with everything I’ve been through, part of me still wants this. But the part where the fear lives is louder.

I steady my hand to start the coffee. Each drip from the machine makes me jump as I wait for the Uber I order to arrive. I’m an asshole, sneaking out without saying goodbye, without an explanation.

With my coffee in hand, I watch the time on my screen tick painfully slow. Four more minutes. My head whips to the stairs, where Dom stands stock still on the bottom step, looking rumpled and confused in nothing but a pair of low hanging shorts.

He pushes a hand through his messy hair, his exhale audible. “You’re leaving.” It’s not a question.

“Did you expect me to stay and play house with you?” I cringe internally at the sharpness in my tone. It was my default setting with him before last night, and now it just feels cruel. “This was fun, but I’ve gotta get out of here before Poppy realizes I’m missing.” Not any better idiot.

He crosses the kitchen stopping right in front of me so I have no choice but to face him. “Can’t have that, can we?” His tense words hit the mark. I take one last drink of my coffee, glance at the car arriving on my phone. “Let’s talk for a minute before you run out.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. You knew this was a one night deal.” I give into the part of me that wants to stay for just a moment, his chest warm and firm under my palm.

“The fuck it was. I’ve done one-night, this was more and you know it.” His jaw clicks as his teeth move side to side.

“That’s all it can be. Please don’t make me regret last night. Let me go.” My heart cracks open at my plea.

“Is that really what you want?” His fingers cover mine and I pull back, afraid that I won’t be strong enough to walk away if I don’t.

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