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Her skin is warm and smooth under my touch. I marvel at how perfect she feels. I kiss her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips. “Tell me if you want something,” I murmur, my voice rough with desire.

She moans softly, arching into my touch. “Just…make me feel good,” she whispers, her voice a sultry command.

I pull her lingerie completely aside, my fingers grazing her most sensitive spots. Her reaction is immediate, her back arching and her breath catching. I lean in, my tongue tracing her collarbone before moving lower, kissing and licking every inch of exposed skin.

Millie’s moans are music to my ears and I focus on giving her as much pleasure as possible. I can feel her growing need, her body tensing and relaxing beneath my touch. Her fingers grip my hair, guiding me where she wants me.

I slide down, my lips and tongue exploring every inch of her, the sweet taste of her driving me wild. Her hands are tangled in my hair and she’s making these delicious, breathy sounds that push me to be even more attentive. I’m determined to make her come apart in my arms.

Every touch, every kiss, every flick of my tongue is met with enthusiastic responses. Her body is a symphony of reactions and I’m playing it with every bit of skill I have. She’s close, her breathing shallow and rapid, her hips bucking slightly as I focus on bringing her to the edge.

When she finally comes, her cry is muffled against the couch, her body trembling as I continue to make her feel every sensation. I savor the taste of her, the feeling of her muscles contracting around me. Her fingers are gripping me tightly and I can feel her shuddering with each wave of pleasure.

As her breathing slows, I climb back up to kiss her, my lips meeting hers in a tender, passionate kiss. She responds eagerly, her hands sliding down to grip my shoulders. I pull back slightly, looking into her eyes. “Was that okay?” I ask, my voice husky.

Millie’s smile is both satisfied and tender. “More than okay,” she whispers, her fingers tracing my jawline.

I grin, feeling a rush of happiness. “Good,” I say, kissing her again. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

I slide my boxers off, my movements deliberate but eager. Millie watches with a look of anticipation, her eyes dark and full of desire. I can’t wait to be inside her, to feel that incredible connection that we share.

Once I’m fully naked, I guide her gently into position, making sure she’s comfortable and ready. The feeling of her against me is overwhelming and I take my time, savoring every inch as I enter her.

Millie gasps, her body tensing momentarily before relaxing into the rhythm. I move slowly at first, letting her adjust to the feeling, but it isn’t long before we’re both lost in the sensation. Every thrust is met with a moan or a sigh and I can tell she’s enjoying every second.

We’re both breathing heavily, our movements becoming more urgent as the pleasure builds. Her legs are wrapped tightly around me and I can feel every muscle in her body responding to my touch. We’re completely in sync, every motion matching the other’s need.

When I finally come, it’s with a deep groan, my body shuddering as I release inside of her. Millie’s orgasm follows quickly, her body clenching around me and I can feel her tremors through every part of my being.

I collapse beside her, both of us panting and drenched in sweat. I pull her close, my arms wrapping around her protectively. “You okay?” I ask softly, my fingers stroking her hair.

Millie snuggles into me, her head resting on my chest. “Yeah,” she murmurs, her voice content. “I’m more than okay.”

I smile, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

“What about practice?”

“I can afford to be late just this once, baby.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Finn

As it turns out, I cannot afford to be late.

I roll out of bed, feeling the aftermath of a seriously good morning with Millie. My head’s still spinning from the high of our time together and I can barely keep a grin off my face.

But reality hits hard as I glance at the clock.

Shit. I’m late.

I scramble into my gear and race out the door, my mind buzzing with the excitement of this morning, but I’m also trying not to trip over my own feet. Declan’s already waiting by his car, looking like he’s in the same rush I am.

“Man, we’re screwed,” Declan says, shaking his head as he revs the engine.

“Tell me about it. I just had the best morning of my life, and now this,” I reply, trying to ignore the pit forming in my stomach.

We get to practice just as the whistle blows. Coach’s eyes lock onto us the moment we walk through the gates. He doesn’t look happy. Axel’s standing next to us, chewing gum like it’s the last thing he’s ever going to do.

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