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He hoists me against the wall, sliding the dress up my thighs as I wrap my legs around his waist. He’s already hard, and he rubs himself against me as we kiss. More like nibbles, really. There’s something about him that makes me ravenous.

He scoots the strip of lace I called underwear out of his way, and seconds later, he’s inside of me. It’s all too much—too much pleasure, too much sensation. The wall grinds against my back through the dress, and I know it will be raw tomorrow, but I don’t care. I need this.

I squeeze around him, a warning shot. I had been wound up for weeks, ready to explode. I’d burned through batteries since our last encounter, and no turns on my vibrator were enough to quench my thirst. I should have come to Luke sooner.

I cling to his shoulders as he bounces me on his cock, growling, “That’s it, baby. Fuck yes, just like that.”

He drives himself hard and deep, and I come apart on him, crying out his name. He keeps at it, not slowing down. “After I come, I want you on my face.”

“Fuck,” I hiss.

My body coils up, ready for another while I’m still trying to catch my breath.

“Maybe, if you’re a good girl, I’ll let your favorite toy in on the fun. Would you like that? Or would you like to show me what you do with it?”

I blink at him, surprised.

“I wanna see you touch yourself, baby. Mmm, just the thought of that…” He curses under his breath, thickening and coming at the same time until his body stills inside of me.

He kisses me madly, like it might never end.

Part of me prays that’s true.

Chapter 19

Luke

Iblink awake, my body still cocooned in the warmth of the sheets and memories of last night. Keke lays beside me, her hair splayed across the pillow like a red crown, and my heart swells. My queen.

I’d done the stupid thing and fallen in love with her.

It isn’t just our heat that leaves me speechless. It’s the fire she brings to everything in her life. The passion. How long have I been dead inside? Months? Years? The truth is, I’ve never felt this way before Keke. She’s breathed new life into me.

I love her assertiveness, the fact that there’s no telling her no. Her bossiness turns me on. But in the bedroom, it’s different. That is my domain, and in our intimate moments, she surrenders, letting me take the lead. I cherish the trust between us. I crave it. She’s become my new favorite high, and I’m stoned off my ass whenever I’m with her.

I slip out of bed, careful not to wake her. Practice waits for no one. We have a big game coming up so I can’t skip out. I’m turning over a new leaf, and I’m going to prove it to everyone. Especially myself.

I quickly dress in my usual gear and grab my keys before heading out. The fresh morning air hits me as I step outside, clearing my head. Today is going to be a good day.

Arriving at the arena, I’m greeted by the familiar sights and sounds of my second home. But as I step into the locker room, I feel a flicker of anxiety settle in my stomach. The guys appear nervous, all of them chattering amongst themselves. The bachelor auction looms and the stakes feel higher than ever.

Lucas is already there, slumped on a bench with a disapproving look etched across his face. “This bachelor auction is the dumbest shit I have ever heard of. We should do a marathon or something. We could get people to sponsor us for every mile we run. That's a real challenge.”

“Not everything needs to be a challenge, Lucas. Sometimes, you can just enjoy yourself for a good cause. The auction is no big deal. Relax.”

“I am relaxed I’m just fucking annoyed. Leave it to a woman to think of a bachelor auction. Tell her to do a marathon instead.”

“It's not my call, man, It's in my girlfriend's hands. She's the expert here, and she’s already put in a ton of work for this. We’re not changing things at the last minute. The RSVPs are already in.”

He looks me up and down. “Huh. Not there.”

“What?”

“Figured I’d see her purse on your shoulder. Does she carry your tampons for you?”

This fucking kid. “It’s an auction, not an execution, and it’s for a good cause. Get over it.”

“Whipped much?”

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