Page 137 of Puck Princess

I tug on the string around her cinched waist. “This house is so big that they’re practically in another zip code. They aren’t going to know.”

“What if they walk by the window?” I follow her worried gaze to the large picture window and growl.

She’s not wrong. There are no blinds in here and the window looks out directly onto the backyard. I can see Dax’s head bobbing around along the bottom of the frame.

I do a slow circle of the room, freezing when I see my target. A mischievous smile crawls across my face and I pull her into the empty walk-in closet.

“Owen! You can’t be seri—” She stops talking when I get on my knees and lift her dress around her waist, pressing a kiss to the soft lace covering her.

Even through her panties, I can feel how wet and responsive she is.

“Do you want me to stop?” I grin into her, knowing full well what the answer is going to be.

“I’ll kill you.” She tugs on my hair with one hand and presses the other one against the wall.

“If I make you come?”

“If youdon’t.”

Well, dying in my coach’s closet isn’t on my list of things to do this weekend, so I guess I better get on that.

I use a finger to tug the lace of her underwear aside and press my tongue against her clit. She lets out a loud moan before she slaps a hand over her mouth. “Holy fuck. I can’t believe we are doing this right now…”

“I can’t believe we ever stop.” I sink two fingers into her as my tongue flicks and sucks and teases her into a quivering mess.

“Owen!” She cries out my name, and I reach up and cover her mouth with my free hand before everyone within a three-mile radius hears her orgasming.

Then again, I wouldn’t mind. I love knowing she’s mine. I’d love it just as much if everyone else knew, too.

She curls her fingers through my hair, rocking her hips against my mouth. I lap at her releases until her legs give out. Then I lower her gently to the floor and push her dress up around her waist.

“You’re giving me a closet kink.” I kiss her bump and each of her hips. “I won’t be able to get dressed in the morning without thinking of you.”

She strokes my jawline, scraping her nails through my stubble. She tilts my face to hers, and I’m in awe of the flush on her cheeks, the dark expanse of her pupils. Nothing will ever beat seeing Callie Coleman absolutely lost for me.

I need her. Bad.

I waste no time undoing my belt and slacks, fumbling with the zipper. I barely get them down around my thighs before she’s tugging on my shirt, dragging me up her body.

“Now,” she breathes, hooking a leg over my hip. “I need you now.”

“So impatient.”

“People are waiting for us,” she pants, grinding against me until I think we’re both seeing stars. I’m not sure her hostess duties are the only reason she’s so antsy. “We should be out there. It’s our party…”

“It’s our party, and we can fuck if we want to.” I press myself to her opening, letting us both languish in the moment where she starts to part for me. Where we’re fitting together, where we’re both tensed with anticipation.

“Please,” she whimpers.

And I can’t wait another second.

I sink into her with a muffled curse against her shoulder. She claws at my back. What started as a quickie in a closet is turning into something more.

That’s how it’s always been with Callie.More.

I push into her.

She tightens around me.

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