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“I won’t last…” I move my hips in time with his fingers. Desperate for more. Hungry for the orgasm he so generously wants to gift me with. “I won’t last long, Clay…”

“Then don’t hold yourself back, Layla.” A loud moan skitters from my lips as he starts rubbing my clit faster. “Come for me.”

He massages my clit between his fingers, my release approaching with each brush. His other hand slides up my chest, and he cups my breast from behind, squeezing it roughly. He runs his knuckles over my nipple through my sports bra, once, then twice, never slowing his assault on my clit.

I cover his hand with mine as my orgasm slams into me. My hips jerk forward, and I dig my fingers into his skin. The trembling of my body is violent and only his hand, securely wrapped around my waist, holds me up.

When I feel like I can breathe normally again, I turn around and find myself face-to-face with him. Clay smiles; it’s smug and unapologetic, but I love it even more. Right in front of my eyes, he lifts his hand and cleans his fingers, sucking each one of them into his mouth.

“As delicious as I remember,” he murmurs, winding his hand around my waist and pulling me against his chest. Clay gazes down at me, his eyes holding mine. “Will you come to our first game of the regular season?”

I nod. “I try to go to all the home games.”

“With Maya?”

“Yes.”

“Great. That means I’ll have something to look forward to whether I play or sit on the bench.” Clay tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “But, even more than that, I’m looking forward to the moment when I can bury my cock deep inside your pussy.”

“Me too,” I say breathlessly, and he covers my lips with his, kissing me hard. It feels like it lasts forever until I feel him reluctantly move away. “Where are you going?” I ask.

Clay smiles and tips his chin at something behind my back. “It’s getting late. I better get going. I’m going to the gym with the guys tomorrow morning.”

“Okay. I’ll walk you out.” I start to pull away, but he scoops me into his arms again, his lips hovering over mine.

“Sure,” he coos. “But only after one more kiss.”

And our mouths mold together once again.

Chapter 22

You Think Pink Isn’t My Color?

LAYLA

Now, September

The sun is shining brightly,warming my skin as I sit on the bench on the playground. Kids’ laughter, murmurs of the other parents talking around me, some music from the two girls sitting one bench over and watching videos on their phones. Everything feels better. All because, yesterday, Clay Rodgers gave me an orgasm.

And because he kissed me so hard and for so long, my lips felt numb this morning.

“Hey,” Ava says, lowering herself on the bench beside me. Her hand rests on the handle of a stroller as she pushes it back and forth. “Sorry we’re late. My morning has been disastrous. Meg fell asleep like five minutes ago—after I put her in the stroller.”

“Hey.” I lean in and kiss Ava on the cheek. “It’s fine. Maya met a friend from preschool, so she’s been busy, while I’ve been hanging out, watching her and doing nothing.”

Daydreaming about Clay would be more accurate, though.

Ava quirks an eyebrow at me, her eyes roaming over my face. She slowly lifts her hand and pushes a strand of hair that has fallen out of her high ponytail behind her ear. Her attention brings warmth to my cheeks, and I bite my bottom lip, inwardly cursing myself for not being more subtle. A knowing smirk splits her lips. “How was Monterey?”

I shouldn’t have told her about that trip.

“It was good. Maya had a lot of fun. We went to the aquarium and then to the beach. Maya and Clay built sandcastles.” I shut my mouth, noticing Michael and Isla sitting on the swings and talking. “I thought you only brought Meghan.” I turn to Ava.

“I wanted to help Bella out. Ian doesn’t feel well, which is demanding her undivided attention, and Xander has a game against LA. I felt bad that Isla was stuck at home on such a warm, sunny day, so I picked her up on my way here. Michael was happy.”

I observe the two kids, a smile blooming on my lips as I do. They sit close together, two brown-haired heads bent as they talk quietly. Probably plotting how to cause a ruckus, just as they always do when they’re together. I hope their friendship stays this strong forever. It’s precious.

A hand appears in front of my eyes, and Ava snaps her fingers. I turn to her.

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