Page 55 of Hat Trick

A guy, if I’m pushing for honesty, that I’ve secretly wanted inreturn.

I nod at him. “Yourturn.”

In that hot-guy way, he hooks his shirt up and over his head. Every inch that’s revealed is ripped and gorgeous. Chiseled abs and rock-hard pecs. Huge biceps, and tattoos that line the length of hisarms.

And, knowing that it’ll get to him, I murmur, “You’re so pretty,Marshall.”

He reacts as I expect him to—with a low-seated growl that sends wisps of excitement down my spine. Strong arms haul me upward, and then he’s dropping me onto the seat in front of us so that I sit on its cushionedback.

Marshall shoves his briefs down his legs, and his cock springs forth unapologetically. It’s big, just as I remember, with a thickcrown.

I can’t helpmyself.

“Your cock’s even prettier,” I whisper, with a waggle of my brows just to show I’mteasing.

“The only pretty one around here is you,” he growls. His fingers find my heated flesh, thrusting inside and then hitting my G-spot. All in one go. Either Marshall is a bedroom genius or he simply knows how to work me to the very edge. “I’m going to fuck you until the only word you remember is myname.”

Um, yesplease.

“Any lastwords?”

I grin, just a little evilly, as I tug his head down to whisper in his ear: “I hope I’m half as pretty as you when this is allover.”

He enters me a second later with a deep-seated thrust. He’s big, bigger than I expected. Or maybe it’s that it’s been so long for me. My hands find his arms and my nails bite into his skin and it feels so damn good that I don’t know whether to cry or tell him to getmoving.

“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead pressed to mine, “a condom. Iforgot—”

I’ve never been without one despite the fact that I’ve been on birth control since my teens. The men I’ve slept with . . . I refused to give them access to that last part of me. Having me without barriers wasn’t part of that dynamic. With Marshall, it’s different. With him, he asked for my heart—and I want to give him more than just that. I want him to have my trust, aswell.

I kiss his cheek, stubbled with a five o’clock shadow. “I’m on the pill,” I say, wishing there was a less clinical way to put it, “andclean.”

“Same here.” His arms grow tighter around me. “Are yousure?”

I can tell it’s taking him every ounce of control to remainstill.

My answering nod is jerky. “I’mgood.”

He lifts his head to meet my gaze. “If you’re not now,” he murmurs, “you willbe.”

As his hips pull back, his mouth finds mine. I will never get over kissing Marshall, not today or tomorrow or ten years from now. He pours every bit of emotion into his kiss. Right now, I taste his worry that he’s hurt me, his need to dominate, his desire to see me losecontrol.

When he thrusts forward the next time, my mouth parts on a gasp. Yes, yes,right there. Fingers grip my sides, holding me still, and then he changes the angle and I’m done for. With each pump of his hips, he slides against myclit.

The pressure heightens as his hips churnfaster.

I lift my gaze to take in his handsome features. Tension lines his expression and his gray eyes burn bright with lust. Marshall is a king taking what’s his . . . and, in this moment, I’m hisqueen.

“More.” The cry is ripped from my soul, and I don’t even know what I’m asking for. More of his hard cock? More of our chemistry, which is off the charts wild? More of hisaffection?

Whatever I’m asking for, he givesit.

His hips slam into mine, hard andfast.

As promised from that night in Faneuil Hall, I come all over his cock, my head tipped back as his lips press feathery light kisses to my chin and my neck and my forehead. His orgasm follows seconds later, and he shouts my name like I belong tohim.

“Holyshit.”

I don’t know which one of us says it. Maybe both ofus.

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