Page 66 of Power Pucking Play

The hot water cascades over my shoulders, easing the tension I didn't even realize I was carrying. As steam fills the bathroom, my mind drifts to the events of the past twenty-four hours.

Lexi Brookes, the bane of my existence turned...what? Girlfriend? Lover? The woman who's turned my world upside down in the best possible way?

A grin spreads across my face as I remember the way she looked last night. And this morning.

All flushed cheeks and mussed hair.

The way she gasped my name, the feel of her skin against mine.

It's enough to make the strongest man forget about everything else.

Playoffs. Press. The whole damn world.

The bathroom door creaks open, pulling me from my reverie.

"Gio?" Lexi's voice is tight, strained in a way that immediately puts me on edge.

"Yeah, baby," I call back. "Come to join me after all?"

There's a pause, and I can practically hear the thoughts run. When she speaks again, her voice is closer. "I...we need to talk. There's something…"

But whatever she was about to say is lost as I pull back the shower curtain, reaching for her. "Talk later," I murmur, drawing her into the shower, sheet and all.

She yelps, dropping the thin white sheet she'd been clutching, a mix of surprise and laughter bubbling from her throat. "Gio! What are you…the sheet is going to get all wet!"

I grin, pressing her against the cool tile as I fling the fabric out of the glass-enclosed space with a wet slap. "Well, that's easily fixed, isn't it?"

For a moment, I see the worry in her eyes, the tension in her shoulders. But then something shifts, like she's made a decision, and suddenly she's kissing me with a fervor that takes my breath away.

As the water beats down on us, turning her blonde hair dark gold, I marvel at her. At this wild, passionate woman who has captured my icy heart and soul. Who has somehow managed to make me feel something beyond the ice and the game.

I hold her close, my hands sliding down her back, committing every curve, every dip of her delectable body to memory.

I kiss her harder before reaching down and hooking my hands under her thighs. I lift her and she sighs against my lips, wrapping her legs around my waist.

I press her up against the wall and she gasps, arching into me. I can feel her heat, even through the steam and water.

I'm lost in the sensation of Lexi's warmth surrounding me as I enter her, a perfect blend of heat and moisture that draws me deeper.

Her breathy sighs. The way she grips my shoulders.

It all feels incredible.

But nothing feels as incredible as her pussy.

I feel her—feel it—pulsating in time with the rhythm we create. With every stroke of my hard cock. With every swivel of my ready hips.

And just like that, we're lost in each other.

The worries of the outside world fade away, replaced by the slide of wet skin, the taste of water and desire, the sound of breathless moans echoing off tile walls.

It's different from last night.

Faster. More urgent.

It's like we're both trying to prove something. To each other, to ourselves, I'm not sure.

But as Lexi arches against me, her nails digging into my shoulders, I decide I don't really care about the why.

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