Page 70 of Hat Trick Holidate

Romantic. Warm. Loving. Those are the three words I would use to describe this moment.

“It makes my skin crawl when you admit to thinking of another man. I know this is the get-to-know-you phase, but I feel like I already know you better than the girl I dated for years.”

“Bryce.” My fingers tangle in his hair. “Why is being with you so easy?”

“Is that what you wanted to talk about? Grant and not coming to the game?” he asks as he slides his hands under my sweater.

“Uh, huh.” He kisses my neck.

“Let’s put my MMA princess to bed, and then I’ll take care of you.”

“Promise?”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to you or for you,” he promises. “But let’s get Jolie to her room.”

Bryce sweeps her into his arms. She had put on her gown and brushed her teeth while he was working in hisoffice, so he eases her right into bed. He kisses her good night on the forehead, and I follow.

After tucking her in, he pulls me close, tickling my skin with his lips hovering. “I want to know your biggest fantasy, then I’m going to make it come true.”

Naughty thoughts run wild, but then there’s the little angel whispering in my ear thoughts I shouldn’t admit.

He removes my shorts and uses his finger and thumb to roll my nipples between his fingers. “Rusti, you’re safe with me, as long as it’s not another man and me crossing swords.”

I chuckle. “Don’t worry, not on my list.”

“Tell me, and I’ll tell you mine.”

Chest to chest, I can feel my heart racing, anxiety ramping up with nervousness. I find myself hesitating, fearing he’ll judge me or worse—laugh. Sparks ignite as he touches me, and I can’t hold back the desire consuming every part of my body.

“Bathtub, with candles and flower petals.”

His thumb sweeps across my bottom lip and presses lightly. There’s no smile on his face, just an impenetrable gaze on my lips.

“I know it’s stupid,” I murmur. “Were you hoping I would say whips and chains? Because…” A whirlwind of uncertainty taints my voice.

“It’s not stupid. Not what I expected, but I thought you would say something adventurous, but it only makes me love you more,” he confesses like he didn’t just use the biggest and most powerful four-letter word in the dictionary.

A battle wars between my ears wondering if my ears deceived me. Do I hear what I want to hear? “You love me?”

Without answering, he says, “I’ll be right back.”

While he’s gone, I second guess his words and what he meant by them as my back hits the comforter, looking at the dark-gray ceiling. I’m so lost in thought; I don’t hear him treading back into the room.

He scoops me up honeymoon style and turns our bodies, so my feet don’t slap against the doorframe. We walk to the furthest bedroom and into its private bath where a few candles are lit, and flower petals are sprinkled in the water and along the jacuzzi tub’s shelf.

He lowers my legs to the floor and quickly removes all his clothes. My hand is drawn to his erection. When I stroke him, he slips off my matching bra and panty set. It feels like I’m in a movie as he slides into the giant tub. He holds his hand out. “Come in.”

I dip my toe into the warm water, then slowly sit all my curves at the other end. Bryce lifts my ankle, massaging my foot, kissing it as he digs into the arch. The combination of hard and soft touches makes me moan, and Bryce rewards me with a genuine laugh before tugging me onto his lap.

My hands circle his neck. He picks up a lavender pansy petal, roaming it over my nipples. The response is immediate, drawing up into hard peaks. Then his hands move to my hips, sweeping me over his dick. The water swishes and sloshes, lapping over his chest as we move faster, and his hard shaft finds a home inside me.

Our mouths clash and bodies slash. Waves of pleasure crash through me as he bites my lip, and the metallic taste of blood saturates my senses. “What do you need to come?” heasks as he bears down on my nipple while lifting me up and down over his velvety head, teasing me.

“I love that. Don’t stop.” I know he wants to go deeper, but this sensation… I yelp when his fingers pinch my clit, and he mutes my noises with a tender kiss all while still moving in and out. Everything Bryce Wynward does to me is opposites:

Hard and soft.

Screams and whispers.

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