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“Because we’re not good enough.”

“Enough!” I shout. “Stop saying you’re not good enough.”

“We’re not good enough. We’re not good enough. We’re not—”

Something snaps inside of me. The hold I had on my control vanishes, and I slam my lips to hers. The second I feel her soft lips, I’m lost. She moans and I shove my tongue inside her mouth. She tastes of beer and cheese and something uniquely Nova. It could easily become addictive.

She digs her fingers into my hips and I wrap my arms around her and haul her near. Once her body is pressed against mine, I push my hard cock into her stomach and she moans in response.

Fuck yeah. She wants me.

I’m probably going to regret this but I’m not stopping.

I can’t.

This is Nova. My personal definition of temptation.

Chapter 5

Gameday – When Hudson gives up his control and gets back on the field

Hudson

Ipick Nova up and carry her bridal style toward the bedroom. Her lips are swollen from my kisses and her exotic eyes are wide with wonder. She’s more beautiful than ever. I could stare at her for days.

My cock presses against my zipper to remind me it wants more than to merely gaze into Nova’s eyes. It wants to sink into her warmth until we’re both spent. My blood heats as I imagine how good she’ll feel.

I enter the bedroom. Thankfully, the room is already furnished with a bed. Since this is the only time I’m going to allow myself to have Nova, I want a bed to move around in. I want her comfortable when she begs me to let her come.

I lay her on the bed and come down on top of her. I brush the hair off of her face.

“Is this okay?”

She beams at me. “More than okay.”

Her smile warms me, but it may vanish once I make things clear. I don’t want any misunderstandings between us.

“This is only sex. Nothing more.” No matter how much I want it to be more, it can’t be. Nova is too good for the likes of me.

She rolls her eyes. “I get it. You don’t want anything from me but sex.”

If she knew what I truly desire from her, she’d go running for the ocean. Locked doors be damned. No one wants a grump to bring them down.

“And you’re okay with this?” I need to be sure. I don’t want to hurt her. I never want to hurt Nova.

“Am I in this bed with you?” When I don’t answer, she pokes my chest. “Answer the question.”

“Sorry. I thought it was rhetorical.”

“It wasn’t. Am I in this bed with you?”

“Yes, you are.”

“Then, I’m okay with this.”

Relief mixed with a hint of disappointment rolls through me. She gets it. She’s not one of those football groupies who’ll make sex out to be more. Although, maybe if I pushed a bit, I could—

I shut those thoughts down. This is sex and nothing more.

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