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“One more time and then we sleep,” I whisper, climbing on top of him.

He watches intently when I slide the condom over him and hisses when I lower myself on top of him. I hover, taking him in slowly. He’s huge and even when I’m completely ready for him, it takes a minute to adjust. His hands grip my hips and he leans in and sucks my nipple, first one and then the other. I arch into him and lower another couple of inches and then the rest of the way, feeling so incredibly full.

He looks up at me as he tongues my nipple and his fingers move between my legs, rubbing me at the perfect tempo. I lean forward and feel like a wave undulating over him. He doesn’t stop his fingers and my movements cause even more friction. When I feel close, I lie flush against him and kiss him, our tongues tangling as I keep rocking on top of him. The intensity of my orgasm takes me by surprise, our slow and leisurely thrusts pausing as I take him as deep as I can and shatter around him.

He chokes out my name seconds later and we arch into each other, frozen on the outside, but inside, our bodies are doing their own dance. I feel every pulse he makes and my squeezesin return make him curse. It feels endless and when the tremors finally slow, I collapse on his chest, spent.

He moves me next to him and takes care of the condom, and when he’s back, he lifts me like I weigh nothing and places me on top of him again.

“What are you doing to me?” he asks. “Sadie…”

I grin against his skin and then lean my chin on his chest. “If we wake up in the morning and you decide you just want to stay friends, I’m going to kick your ass.”

I laugh at his expression and he smacks my backside and then squeezes it.

“I’m over here wondering if we can stay in this bed forever and you’re talking about staying friends?” He laughs and leans in to kiss me, stopping when he sees the expression on my face. “I guess that was too soon, huh?” He looks so worried, I close the distance and kiss him.

“Yeah.” I giggle and when he still looks worried, I reach up and smooth the space between his eyebrows. “Let’s see what it’s like when you’re on the road.”With all that temptation, I think, but don’t say. “And during the day when we haven’t just had sex for the first…or fourth time.”

“So oral sex does count as one,” he says, smirking.

I pause like I’m thinking about it and then nod. “I’m counting it. Or we could say three and a half if you feel that would be more accurate?”

He tilts his head back and forth. “Since we both came, I’m okay with counting it.”

He squeezes my backside with both hands this time, and I swear, the guy’s hard again.

“Sadie,” he says, his voice husky. “I wouldn’t have done any of this tonight if I wasn’t sure about my feelings for you. I know relationships can go sideways—I’ve seen it go both ways, awful and amazing—but I’ve waited to give my heart to someone untilI was certain. Besides my family, I haven’t told a woman I love her…ever. If you need time to be sure, I understand, but I’m not going anywhere.”

I look at him for a long moment before I kiss him, trying to convey everything I’m feeling in that kiss. When it builds between us, he turns so he’s on top of me, his lower half on the bed, and we kiss for a long time. I turn sideways and pull his mouth back to mine. This time, we face each other as he slides on a condom and we rock into each other, our movements slow and lazy. After we’ve both come and keep staring at each other in the moonlit room, I whisper, “I’ve waited to give my heart to someone too, but it’s yours now. It’s all yours.”

He smiles and my eyelids get heavy. The last thing I remember seeing is him smiling at me.

And the first thing that I see the next morning is his head between my legs.

What is this life?

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

TROLLS

WESTON

I arrive to practice Monday afternoon on a cloud.

After the coaches assess our performance from yesterday’s game, the team spreads out, getting various medical treatments throughout the facility. I do an ice bath and head back to the locker room to call it a day. The guys are in there already, and Henley takes one look at me and starts laughing. Rhodes perks up to see what has him laughing and he gets the biggest shit-eating grin. Bowie grabs my arm and turns me around so he can see my face and then he’s laughing too.

“What?” Penn asks. “What’d I miss?”

“Take another look at Loverboy,” Henley says, tilting his face toward me. He leans in and whispers, “Those bee-stung lips, pretty sure I see a hickey or two on your neck, and?—”

“Take a look at his elbows,” Bowie says, laughing.

He turns me around so they can look at my elbows and when they start cracking up, I frown.

“What’s wrong with my elbows?”

“Looking a little chafed,” Rhodes says in a British accent.

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