Page 2 of Power Pucking Play

“What? Scared I might see the real you?”

“More like scared I might see my own mistakes.” I swallow, pulling him closer, relishing the way his body presses against mine, heat radiating between us. “Besides, this moment is too good to ruin with bright lights and reality.”

“Reality can be overrated." His hands descend to my waist as he tugs at my dress. “Let’s just focus on...this.”

I nod, the air-conditioned chill of the room sending shivers down my spine. The moonlight filtering through the sheercurtains casts a soft glow on his face, highlighting the sharp angles and gentle curve of his lips.

Fuck.

This man is the bane of my existence. And so freaking handsome that I could melt.

The space between my thighs grows wetter, my nipples tightening to rosy peaks against my bra as Gio's shirt and pants finally fall to the floor, and my dress follows.

My hands settle on his strong shoulders, fingertips sinking into his skin.

"You know, in the back of my head, there’s a voice screaming that I shouldn’t be doing this." My pulse pounds, half from the exhilaration and half from the fear coursing through my veins.

"That voice is just jealous because it's not having any fun." He reaches for my bra, unhooking it.

I back up toward the bed, and Gio follows me. “I could lose my job over this, you know. Head sports correspondent caught with one of the league’s star players? Talk about a scandal.”

He chuckles, brushing my hair back, his gaze intense. “Maybe it's time to shake things up a little, Lex. What’s life without a little drama?” He reaches for my underwear, sliding the silk down my legs. I sigh as he throws them to the side.

Standing, he drops a soft kiss against my bare collarbone. “Besides, I’m not just any athlete—I’m your personal kryptonite.” He hooks his fingers underneath his boxer briefs, removing them swiftly.

My breath grows strangled, hitching at the sight before me.

Gio's cock is long and thick. So damn thick.

An erotic dream come to life.

It stands tall, demanding attention, and I feel a rush of heat flood my cheeks. Every inch of him radiates confidence, and I instinctively bite my lip as his perfect dick presses firm against the skin of my lower stomach.

I can barely catch my breath as Gio leans into me, our bodies molding against each other and beneath the cool sheets.

“So, you think we’re about to make headlines?” I tease, as my limbs spread against the bed.

His green eyes dance above me in the dark. “Oh, definitely." His hands trail over my hips and down the insides of my slightly soaked thighs. "But I promise to keep you out of the tabloids...unless you want to be famous for this.”

“Please. Like anyone would believe us if we called it a love story.”

He narrows his gaze, his eyes crawling down my body slowly, his warm breath sending waves of anticipation coursing through me. “Maybe not a love story, but definitely a great one-night stand,” he murmurs, leaving a trail of soft kisses down my neck and chest that makes my skin hum.

The need inside me builds.

“Have I reminded you lately that I hate you?” I gasp, arching my back as his lips, at last, migrate over to the swells of my heavy breasts. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, and I whimper before he moves on, his mouth traveling lower.

“Yes, you have." He pauses to meet my eyes, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “And trust me, you hating me doesn't mean I have plans of stopping.”

The air thickens with urgency as Gio's lips lay a path toward my belly button. As he continues, I feel a momentary jolt of panic when his gaze catches on something near my left hip bone.

With a curious smirk, he gently traces his fingers over my tattoo.

The bolded words “lick here" etched in black ink are something I don't show many people.

The memory of getting it after a wild night out with my friends rushes back to me. A silly bachelorette weekend mistake now feels like an intimate secret being revealed.

But Gio only grins and leans in closer, placing teasing kisses along the outline of the letters.

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