Page 107 of Defensive Zone

Then she winked.

Fucking hell.

“And how wet are you?” he asked, licking his lips as he walked toward her. Her lips parted on a sigh and he almost dove onto the bed.

“Maybe you should find out,” she said, pulling the covers back to reveal her just in his shirt. The hem was bunched around the tops of her thighs, and he could see that she had ditched her panties.

“Fuck, Gabi,” he groaned, setting down the water glass and stripping out of his clothes as fast as possible.

She laughed softly when he almost tripped trying to pull off his socks.

“Don’t laugh at a high-strung naked man, Gabi. It bruises our egos.”

“Your ego looks fine,” she said, staring at his hard cock.

He chuckled. Fuck. He loved this woman.

He paused.

“What? Too much?” she asked.

“The dirty talk? Keep it coming while I keep you coming,” he said. He wasn’t ready to tell her that he was in love with her just yet. They needed more time. She needed more time.

“So much talk, and so far, no action,” she tutted.

“You’re in rare form tonight,” he said.

“Should I take it down a notch?”

“Absolutely not. I love it,” he said. “Fuck. I need you. This might be fast,” he said, ripping the covers off of her body and down to the end of the bed.

“We have all night,” she said.

“Fuck yeah, we do,” he said, climbing into bed and rolling her so she was on top of him.

Pink stained her body and her breathing was choppy.

He wanted to celebrate every win just like this.

She stared down into his deep green eyes; his pupils were dilated, only a thin ring of green visible. She did that to him and she loved it more than she’d thought possible.

She’d been waiting for him to come home and had almost slept through it. She’d climbed into his bed shortly after Ava had gone to bed with Elise. The kids had gone down as soon as they’d gotten home from the game. Ava and Elise hadn’t been far behind.

Ava had given her a wink before she slipped into her room, causing Gabi to laugh and shake her head. It was still weird, but she was done pretending.

She’d grabbed her favorite Bastian shirt and taken everything else off before climbing into Max’s bed.

And now here he was, naked and underneath her. His cock brushed against her heated center, and she rocked against his length, coating him with her wetness.

“Fuck, Gabi,” he groaned, his hands anchored to her hips.

She gasped as he reached up and cupped her breasts, his fingers tweaking each pebbled nipple. Her stomach clenched when she rolled her hips again.

He slid his hands up her body and into her hair, tugging her down to him.

“Best celebration ever,” he whispered. Then his lips slammed on hers, and he stole her breath as he devoured her with his mouth and tongue.

She raked her nails over his chest, tracing the lines of muscle and scraping over his nipples.

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