Page 80 of Those Heartbreak Scars

“It’s not your fault. And I’m not going to regret it.” He sucks a kiss into my shoulder. “There are other athletes out there who need an agent. There’s this kid in Portugal who plays basketballlike he has wings on his feet. I was planning to approach him, see if I can get him to sign with All-Star.”

“You should sign him. Could you do that?”

“I’d have to make some calls, get on a flight as soon as possible, but I could technically sign him as a sole proprietor. EJ could probably have a contract prepared for me in a day or two.”

I finally have him to myself and he’s going to leave again. It isn’t fair. “When will you go?”

“Now that I’ve quit, they’ll send one of the other agents as soon as they can. I need to sign him before they do.” He holds me tighter with one arm while he scours flight apps on his phone. “I’ll book a ticket for the earliest flight tomorrow.”

“Oh.”

“Leaving you isn’t what I want to do.” He presses his lips to the side of my neck.

“You need to do this.” Encouraging the man I love to leave me so soon is not how I thought I would end my night. “How long will you be gone?”

“I don’t know,” he says when he finishes buying his one-way ticket. “There are a couple of other players I wanted to check out too. If I can get a couple of athletes to sign with me this trip I’ll have a real shot at starting my own agency. What do you think of the name Frontline Sports?”

“It’s not terrible.”

“It might need some finessing,” he says.

“I think it’s great. You know who you are and what you want to do.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “I wish I knew what I wanted to do.”

He makes it all seem so easy. And that certainty brings me something that feels a lot like stability.

“It’s okay to need time to find your passion.” He nibbles on my lip. “And you will find it, Rica. I have every confidence that you’ll find the place where your passions and your skills connect.”

“I’m pretty sure that place is in your bed.” I smile coyly.

“I would not complain if that was the case.” He chuckles as he stands with me in his arms. “But we both know you’re skilled in ways that the rest of us will never be capable of. Your ability to speak a bazillion languages… that’s incredible.”

He puts me down feet first on the bed, so that I tower over him. Places his hand between my thighs and strokes a finger along my panty covered slit. “You’ve leaked my cum all over your pretty panties.”

A fresh wave of arousal only adds to the dampness.

He smiles as he hooks his fingers around the waist and drags them down. I lift my feet one at a time so that he can remove my panties before we settle on the bed.

Pulling my back to his chest, his hard cock slides between my ass cheeks until it pushes at my entrance. “Would you let me sleep inside you, Rica? Can I stay all night?”

God. That’s hot. I push back on him until he’s seated deep inside me. “Yes.”

He’s hard as rock, but he doesn’t move. He snuggles his face into my hair. Tightens his arms around my waist. “You feel so good. I never want to leave.”

I want that too.

I wake up in the middle of the night to his cock twitching inside me. Every time it does, it sends a wave of sensation through me that makes me clench around him. Which makes him twitch more.

“Gray?” I’m so aroused that I can barely keep from pushing back on him, but his breathing is so even that he can’t possibly be awake.

His hips shift forward, pushing him deeper into me. Creating more twitches and clenches. I whimper. “Gray, are you awake?”

“Mmm.” He starts to rouse. Again he scrapes deeper inside me.

“Cavolo.”My eyes roll back in my head. My back arches.“You’re fucking me in your sleep.”

“Rica? Huh?” His voice is dirty with sleep, confused. “Oh.” The sleepy sound falls away. “Should I pull out?”

“Nooo.” I wrap my arms around his. “I want more.”

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