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I reach up and grab her breasts, my fingers pinching her nipples. I can feel myself getting closer, my orgasm building as she grinds her clit over my pubic bone over and over again. She doesn’t care if her movements do anything for me. She works my dick just like she wants it, and I can’t hold it anymore.

She groans and the walls inside of her clench around my cock. I start to push my hips up and down and up and down so fast she’s vibrating against my skin. My free hand moves to the back of her neck, pulling her close and pressing my lips against her damp skin.

“Shit, Riley. I’m…I’m so close,” she says, and I keep on pushing. Faster and faster. “Fuck. You’re like a huge vibrator. This…this is so good.”

My orgasm is building and building, my cock swelling inside of her as she rides me harder and faster. I can hear the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together, the dirty, filthy noises driving me wild as I kiss her fucking hot neck.

When she finally comes, she shouts my name, her body shaking as she collapses onto me. As if she’s pushed a button, the minute I feel her come, milking my cock, I explode inside her.

Fucking hell.

As we lie there, panting and sweating, I know that this is it. This raw, dirty, and unapologetic need is what I wanted. What I craved.

She ruined me.

Because now I won’t ever let her have sex with anyone but me.

“Fuck, that was incredible,” I say.

“Yes,” she whispers, collapsing onto the bed beside me.

We lie there, both staring at the ceiling, for what feels like seconds or maybe minutes—I’m not sure.

“Just don’t ever fake it again, okay?”

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible. “I was afraid I’d take too long. My ex couldn’t stand it when I did, so I guess I just got used to faking it.”

I take her hand in mine. I hate the wordexon her lips. I also hate that idiot fucker. Worshipping her is everything I need. “I don’t care how long it takes. Every moment of having sex with you is pure bliss, baby.”

Thirty-one

LIORA

Iwake up to an empty bed, missing Riley’s warmth already. My heart sinks for a second until I see a steaming mug of coffee on the nightstand with a cream-colored note next to it.

There’s a flutter in my sternum and I grab the note with sleepy fingers.

You’ve made me an addict. The happiest man alive. I can’t wait to come home to you tonight. Have the best day.

—Ri

A mix of joy and fear floods me. My heart is completely his now, no question about it. But a pro hockey player and…me? Deep down, I know this can’t last forever. He’s in his prime, ready to party, travel, and enjoy the single life. I can’t cage him, but life with me would mean exactly that. I can’t just transform his carefree bachelor lifestyle into something serious overnight.

We talked all night long.

He shared stories about his grandmother and his college years, and I told him about how I started skating, inspired by a Hungarian pro skater who gifted me her old skates.

Something changed between us that night.

When he asked if I truly hated him, I said no. I really don’t.

There’s no denying it anymore.

I have feelings for him. It’s too late now, and that night I decided that whatever happens, I want to have fun with him as long as it lasts. Stop the charade. Stop the lying. Yes, he has the power to hurt me, and I know he will. But I’ll enjoy it while it lasts. It can be a great memory. Something I once had. I had him. It has to be enough.

I make my way back to the studio, knowing that Grace is most likely still angry after Riley defended me. But I can’t avoid her forever. It’s time to face it head-on and be brave for once.

The dance studiois oddly quiet when I arrive.

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