Page 29 of Rookie Move

His weak chuckle turned into a groan as her inner walls clamped on his cock again.

“Fucking hell, Rylie.”

He thrust in and out of her body, her soft whimpers spurring him on.

“You feel so fucking good.” He groaned when she tightened her thighs around him, lifting herself to meet his every plunge.

Her hand sank into his hair, and she arched her back as she came again.

This time Desmond followed her over the edge into bliss.

He collapsed on top of her, catching his weight on his forearms so he wouldn’t crush her.

She locked her arms around his back, and he gave in.

She murmured her appreciation, trailing her hand up his back and in his hair before retreating down his back again. His spine still tingled from her touch and the powerful climax that had just ripped through him.

Yet he wanted to start all over again.

He lifted his head and captured her gaze.

“No more games, Rylie.”

She huffed out a soft laugh. “No more games.”

“Good. So, shower and then round two?” he asked as he pulled out of her body and shifted to the side of her.

They both groaned at the loss. He was definitely ready for round two, or four, or as many as he could get.

“I should probably go home,” she said, and his mood flipped.

He was not going to do this again.

“I thought we said no games.”

“I’m not playing games,” she said, lifting herself with her hand on his chest and meeting his gaze.

At least she didn’t avoid his eyes. That counted for something.

“We just had mind-blowing sex and you are bailing again. How is that not a game?” He hated how defensive he sounded.

“Desmond. I’m not bailing. I’m done trying to ignore this, but we can’t tell anyone. I want to see where this goes before my father finds out. He’ll freak. You’re on the team. I’m his daughter. It’s completely against all common sense.”

“So spend the night with me and sneak back home in the morning.”

“I can’t. Not yet. I have a standing breakfast date with my dad every morning, and he gets up early.”

He couldn’t stop his chuckle. “You almost make him sound human.”

She rolled her eyes, and he was grateful that the tension had already faded.

“He is human, you know.”

“Debatable. Fine. Have your breakfast with your dad and miss out on epic morning sex with me. I hope the pancakes are worth it,” he teased.

“It’s French toast, and a pretty close second.” She leaned in and nipped his jaw.

“We’re going to work on this, right? No freaking out and bailing on me,” he said.

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