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“I c–can’t talk…”

A hot thrill surges down my limbs. “But you can come…” he rasps.“Fuck my hand, Taytum.” Ford presses his palm harder against my clit, and I move against it with desperation. The orgasm builds quickly. I push my heels into the bed and ache. “That’s it, baby,” he encourages. “Come for me so I can taste you after.”

Oh my god.

Ford’s hand slaps against my mouth when I start to moan. I roll my hips over and over again, riding the wave, until he pulls his fingers out and pops them into his mouth. I stare at his hollow cheeks while he sucks on them, and I quickly turn the tables on him.

I grip his wrist, pull his fingers out of his mouth, and pop them into mine.

His jaw slacks when I suck hard. The hem of his shirt is in my grip, and I shove it up and over his head after letting his fingers fall from my mouth. Every single muscle visible on Ford’s body is toned. His abs teeter when he moves his hands to the button on his jeans. I stare feverishly at the veins along his forearms, pumped full of hot attraction.

The same hot attraction that’s flowing in between my legs.

Ford has always been good looking. Golden hair, deep blue eyes, a smile that takes everyone's breath away, and not to mention, he’s absolutely flawless on the ice. For the first time inmy life, it doesn’t feel unnerving to think these things with him looking at me like he is right now.

“For someone who has claimed they don’t have enough experience in the bedroom, you’re looking pretty damn naughty,” Ford says, standing in nothing but his boxers. His hand reaches for me, and I willingly move closer. His thumb brushes against my swollen bottom lip, and something hot twists in my lower stomach. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

My cheeks rush with warmth, and his eyebrows fold. “Now I really want to know what’s going on in there.”

I trace his strong jaw with my shaky finger and move it in between his well-defined pecs before I stop at the bulge in his boxers.

“Why don’t I just show you?” I whisper.

I drop to my knees, and Ford’s fingers immediately dive into my hair. He pulls on the strands until I look up at him.

He shakes his head before glancing to the ceiling. “Nope. On your feet, Taytum.”

All I can see is the sharp angular part of his jaw wiggling back and forth, and I do what feels natural. “Wasn’t it you that said to take what I want?”

He scoffs. “And this is what you want? To suck me off?”

I answer truthfully. “I want to make you lose your mind like you do to me.”

He laughs sarcastically and finally looks down at me on my knees. “I’m already fucking there, Taytum. I haven’t thought straight since kissing you in that stupid bar.”

A truth I should keep to myself rushes to my lips. “I haven’t thought straight since meetingyou, Ford.”

He mumbles something under his breath that I can’t hear. In a desperate attempt to keep us in this make-believe, one night of bliss, I pull his boxers down and wait for him to give me the go-ahead.

All it takes is one look.

I lean forward and smile.

I’m about to kill him slowly, just like he’s been doing to me for most of my life.

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FORD

I drivemy hand into her hair to pull her to her feet so she’ll stop, but instead, I keep her right where Ireallywant her. Taytum’s perfect lips wrap around my cock, and I can’t see straight. Her hand might as well be wrapped around my throat because I'd rather die than stop now.

The restraint of never letting myself picture her on her knees in front of me is completely blown to pieces now that she’s at my mercy, sucking on my dick like she’s trying to kill me.

“You’re so fucking hot I can’t even stand to look at you.”

She smiles with a mouth full of my dick, and a husky laugh leaves me. My balls tingle, and I go to move away, but she grips the backs of my thighs and pushes me to hit the back of her throat.For fuck’s sake.

I tug on her hair and pull out of her mouth at the same time. There’s a pop, and Taytum is left on her knees, pouting with glistening, swollen lips.

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