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Lawson no longer hesitates, his strong hands spreading me ever so slightly as his tongue plunges into my center just like his cock did last night. I gasp, my pulse skittering beneath my skin as he licks and laps at me, working me up in the most incredibly slow and strong build that I've ever felt before.

I whimper as he plunges his tongue inside me before dragging it up and circling it around my swollen clit. It's pulsing, aching, begging for attention and friction and pressure. But Lawson holds me on that sharp, sweet edge that’s radiating and keening inside my entire body.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” he says, against my flesh. “I've wanted to get my mouth on your sweet pussy since the night I tasted you on my fingers.”

His words are like lava streaking through my veins, and I'm going molten for this man. “Lawson,” I beg. “Please.”

“You want to come on my tongue, baby?”

I bite my bottom lip and nod, my hips arching off the table as I seek out more of that perfect mouth of his.

His hands slip from my thighs, sliding behind my ass and pressing me closer to his mouth as he proceeds to unleash himself on me. He licks and laps at me before making his way to my aching clit and sucking on it hard, flattening his tongue over it as I rock against the much-needed pressure?—

“Lawson!” His name is a plea as my orgasm rips through me, causing my entire body to tremble and sending delightful sparks of blissful energy cascading everywhere.

I've barely caught my breath before Lawson is standing, situating his hard, condom-covered cock and rubbing it through my oversensitive flesh. I jolt at the touch, shivering as he inches inside me slowly.

“You want more?” he asks, stilling himself only an inch inside me, and somehow that sense of control he gives me makes me even more wet for him.

“More,” is the only answer I can articulate, but I wiggle my hips, taking in more of him to show him exactly what I want.

A low growl rumbles from his chest, and in a flash those hands on my ass haul me against him as he thrusts inside me, bottoming out in the most delicious way.

My arms fly around his neck, holding onto him as he pulls all the way out and slams home again, the motion rattling the table I'm perched atop. But I don't care. I don't care if we break the damn thing, I just want him to keep going.

And he does, his mouth capturing mine as he pulls out and slams home over and over again, our breaths matched and ragged as we claw at each other, this pace set fast and hard and perfect.

“Blakely,” he groans against my mouth as my nails dig into his back, my hips arching off the table to meet him thrust for thrust. He grips my ass harder, pounding into me, the position we're in allowing him to hit my oversensitive clit at the same time he bottoms out over and over again. My pleasure spirals inside me, building and building beneath my skin like a storm ready to explode.

“Omigod,” I moan, feeling my entire being tighten around him. “Lawson,omigod,” I say again, unable to find any more words as my mind is splintering into white-hot pieces of starlight as he thrusts into me quicker, harder.

My thighs clench around him, and I feel his muscles bunch beneath his skin as he pistons his hips, the speed and position send me cascading over the edge again.

I moan, my pussy pulsing through my orgasm, clenching around him and drawing his own release right after mine. He groans, his forehead dropping to my shoulder as his hips jerk while he comes.

I lean my head against his, trying to catch my breath and slow my heart rate. My entire body feels loose and unhinged, like Lawson just pulled the one thread that was holding me together and sent me unraveling.

Lawson pulls back enough to meet my eyes, smiling at me before he kisses me quickly and gently pulls out. He doesn't get far before he scoops me into his arms, carrying me to my bedroom and laying me gently on the bed before he goes into my bathroom to clean up. He returns and hesitates at the edge of my bed.

“Should we nap or marathon the show some more?”

My heart does the strangest little thing at the sincerity of the question, and I tell it to be cautious. Lawson and I may be compatible in the bedroom, and we may even be inching toward being really good friends, but the last thing either one of us wants is to get attached.

But despite repeating this silently, I find myself smiling at him, helpless against his charm. “I'm up for another marathon,” I say. He nods, hopping over to the opposite side of the bed and snuggling under the covers next to me.

He grabs the remote and turns on my TV as if it's the most natural thing in the world for us to do. And I find myself wondering how the hell I settled for something so little, when Lawson isn’t even officially attached to me and is already giving me more than I could ever ask for.

CHAPTER 11

LAWSON

The roarof the crowd is music to my ears.

We’re away, but can tell that there are enough die-hard Bangor fans cheering for us every time we get the puck.

We’re pitted against the—I'm sad to say—very talented LA Kings, and for the last two periods they’ve definitely let us know we’re playing in their house.

We're currently tied up, but I feel like I've already won. I'm faster, with more explosive power thanks to the grueling practices and private lessons with Blakely.

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