Page 81 of Not Just a Trick Play

“More, Jake.”

My heart stops. Does she have any idea what she’s asking for?

She rolls her hips, glancing down to where we’re joined, and meeting my gaze again. “I want it all.”

“Amelia…”

“You’ll make it good. I know you will.”

I suck in a breath, my pulse pounding as I withdraw and slide off the mattress and head to the bathroom to wash my hands, nerves and adrenaline colliding. When I return, she’s waiting. I grab the lube, keeping my eyes locked on her, giving her a final chance to change her mind.

She hasn’t.

“We’ll go slow, as slow as you want.”

“I know.”

I spread the lube carefully around her entrance. She moves to flip over, but I hold her still, and lift one leg, then the other, so her thighs are hooked over my shoulders. The sight of her laid out like this, open and waiting, makes my head spin.

“What, did you get shy on me now?” Her lips curve in a smirk, even though I catch a flicker of anxiety in her gaze.

“Funny,” I mutter. But then I go serious. “I’ll be careful with you. Promise.”

She smiles. I know she expects me to get down to business, but I take my time, circling her clit with the tip of my cock, teasing before I finally press in the slightest bit. Her expression shifts, her mouth falling open as her breath catches. Her body tenses, and I hold still, letting her adjust, waiting for her to give me the okay to continue.

When she relaxes, I give her another inch, pushing past that first barrier, feeling her yield. She exhales. I bring my fingersto her pussy, teasing I press more fully into her ass. I keep my focus on her, checking in every step of the way.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Feels good.”

We both groan as my cock stretches her farther and farther. I’m going as slow as I can manage.

Apparently, she’s got other plans.

She rocks forward, taking me even deeper on her own, and I swear my brain short-circuits. Finally, I’m fully seated. “Fuck, Sweets.” I cup her face in my palm and rest my forehead against hers, desperately catching my breath. The intimacy of this is heady and overwhelming. I could come just from this.

“God,” she whispers, voice rough. “This…is a little insane.”

“Insane good?” I ask, brushing a kiss along her shoulder, grinning like I won the damn lottery.

She laughs softly, pushing back against me, lips parted as her breath turns shallow. “You know it.”

I take it slow, with hip rolls and gentle thrusts and lots of praise until she’s begging me to go harder. Until she’s screaming my name, nails digging into my skin as her release crashes her, her body trembling as she lets go. It’s enough to pull me right along with her, falling apart together.

I’m holding her in the tub, her head tipped back against my shoulder as the steam rises around us. She lets out a long, satisfied sigh, closing her eyes. “Not even close to forgettable,” she murmurs.

The next morning, I add her to the approved visitors list, telling the doorman, “You’ll be seeing a lot more of her.”

Everyone will.

I’m already scheming. How exactly are we doing our big reveal? One person at a time? A not-so-subtle PDA explosion? Billboard in Times Square? I’m all for a giant stamp that comesout of nowhere, branding her “Property of Jake Cunningham.” And I can’t wait for her to claim me back.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

AMELIA

Time’s ticking down,and in a mere three weeks, the last Skybox Supports event will conclude my contract with the Titans, freeing me to focus on RhythmRoutes full-time.

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