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“Hey.” Nora takes my face in her hands and forces me to look at her. “Right now, it’s just you and me for twenty-something minutes. We’ll figure it out. But… please tell me you have condoms?”

I press a single kiss to her forehead and reach into the nightstand to take one out. I tear the foil with my teeth, remove it, and slide it onto my cock. This is how I want her—sex drunk and still ready for me. I swipe the tip up and down her pussy before gliding inside her. She arches her back and lets out the sexiest little moan. As much as I want to watch her fall apart for me, I know I’ll get overstimulated. I nestle my head in the crook of her neck as I slowly move in and out of her. Her legs are wrapped firmly around me, tilting her hips up to take me deeper.

Thrusting harder, her moans grow louder, her breathing uneven. I’ll take my last two from her before I dare set foot outside this flat. Her fingers grip my back, nails digging into my skin. “I need more, darlin’. Can you—” Without having to explain myself, she rakes her nails down my back and I won’t last much longer at this rate. I reach between us and circle her clit with my thumb. She tights around my cock and it nearly does me in. Pressing soft kisses to the marks I left behind on her neck, I whisper, “You’re mine, Nora.”

As if my words are her undoing, her cunt pulsing as she comes for me, screaming, “Four,” and I continue to thrust harder and deeper. My declaration wasn’t empty—Nora is mine. I refuse to believe this is one night. She’s special and I have every intention of keeping her.

I lift onto my elbows to find her gorgeous blue eyes glazed. “One more. I want you to come with me.” I close the distance and kiss her, continuing to rock in and out of her tight pussy. It’s as if we’re two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly. Admittedly, this is the most intimate sex I’ve ever had, which is probably why it’s messing with my head.

Nora gasps into my mouth as her cunt grips my cock, and her fifth orgasm crashes over her. I don’t bother asking her to count,finding my own release. I nearly black out, my vision a blur as I empty myself into the condom. I remain inside her for several minutes, struggling to catch my breath. Every touch, every soft kiss from her, it’s all heightened.

The alarm blares, startling both of us. I reach for it, smacking the off button, my cock still buried in her pussy. I press a final kiss to her lips and ask, “Quick shower?”

CHAPTER 9

NORA

“You totally fucked the footballer,” Lettie whisper-shouts, sipping her tea. Thankfully, Leo is so engrossed in organising his room in the particular way he wants it that he doesn’t overhear our conversation. “I don’t blame you; he’s hot.”

“Keep your voice down.” I glance at Leo’s room. “Fine, yes, but he wants something…serious. He asked if I would pop by tonight and I reminded him that I had Leo. But then he insisted the invitation was for the two of us. This morning he was growling ‘you’re mine,’ like some sort of fae lord in one of those fantasy books you read.” She laughs and I blow out a long breath. “Fuck, Lettie, I’m scared. What if Leo gets attached and it doesn’t work out? He adores footie and Ronan; it would crush him.”

“I think the better question is what if itdoeswork out? What would that look like? Play house with the hot footballer where you and Leo move in with one or the biggest names in Ireland?”

“See!” My hand flies to my mouth and I look to Leo’s door again, lowering my voice. “It’s a terrible idea.”

Her lip tilts up. “I never said it was a bad idea. I was just noting that he probably is getting to that point in his career where he’s looking for more than a quick shag. I saw the way he looked at you at the match. He missed the damn hat trick because you were a bloody idiot and decided you had to go onto to pitch. He likes you, Nor. Just be prepared that it could go a bit too well.”

Leo joins us on the sofa as I consider my sister’s very wrong opinion on the situation.But what if she’s right?Ronan’s been flirting with me for a while, and I brushed it off as him being comfortable with me. I know I told him I’d consider dating him, but if I’m being honest, I’m not sure I’m ready for that. We can remain friends. Just friends.

Friends don’t have mind-blowing sex after spending the night together in each other’s arms.

“Can we go to the park later?” Leo whines. “If I’m going to play soccer here, I need to be the best. The kids here are probably so much better than me.”

“It’s football, love,” Lettie corrects. “Call it soccer and you’ll be sent straight back to America.”

He laughs, scrunching his nose and rolling his eyes. “I know, but back home when I called it football, people always thought I meantfootball. Will you help me practise?”

“That reminds me, Ronan gave me his sister’s number. She texted me last night that she’s sorting out the details, but you can start next week.”

“Are you serious?” Leo beams. “Mom, wehaveto go to the park.”

I’m about to agree when my phone vibrates on the coffee table. “One second, peanut. It could be work.” When I check it, I can’t help my smile.

Ronan

Just finished up a quick workout with a few of my mates. Headed in for a massage. Explaining claw marks on my back will be fun.

I chew on my thumbnail, debating my reply. Lettie coos, “That doesn’t look like work, Nor.”

“Just a friend,” I lie, and thankfully Leo doesn’t pick up on it. “Leo? We can go to the park after lunch.” He skips off to the kitchen and Lettie begins scrolling on her phone. I send off a quick message to Ronan.

Tell them it was an owl.

Fuck, how is it that I saw you a couple of hours ago and I already miss you?

Ronan O’Leary unsent a message.

I saw that.

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