Page 108 of The Thing About My Rival

DREW

I have never wanted anyone as badly as I want Hugo. And I’ve never wanted Hugo as badly as I want him right now. Not just because I’m high off our victory, not just because he spoke up for me to my dad, and not just because he told me he loved me.

He said,we have each other. And those might be the sexiest words I’ve ever heard.

It hadn’t occurred to me till right that second that I’ve never really “had” anyone. Not someone who has my back, who supports me unconditionally. And I’ve never really been that person for anyone else, never given myself to anyone in that pure and total way.

So maybe I should allow myself to believe in him, to quiet the constant nagging thought at the back of my mind that this isn’t practical, logical, or workable, and believe in it because he loves me.

And maybe I should let him have the whole of me aswell—no more holding back little corners of myself for safety, in case they get trampled on.

I grab the front of his shirt and, walking backward, tug him into the locker room.

Sex in the workplace—not once in my whole life have I ever considered it before. It’s dangerous. It’s risky. We could be caught. The consequences could be terrible. Humiliating.

But this man inspires me to step closer to the edge. Not to make do with things that are fine, but to push life to its limits. Not to take the safe route, but the one with hairpin turns and sheer drops. Not to play it safe, but to see what’s really possible. To be really alive.

“This is hot, Wilcox,” he says against my mouth, reaching behind him to shut the door as we pass through.

He breaks free from me for a second to turn and lock it, then jogs to the door to the hallway and locks that too.

“Right.” He rubs his hands together, a smutty smile lighting up his beautiful face. “Come here, my little locker room lover. I have some new training techniques I’d like to try out.”

He grabs my butt and holds me against the hardness that’s already taken hold in his pants.

His mouth on mine is warm and wet, full of need, and lust, and love.

I’ve wanted this man before, lusted after him, wanted to feast on his beautiful body, to feel him move inside me. But this moment is different. This is a desperation born of love.

It might only have been three weeks sincethatnight in the pub, but it doesn’t seem odd to think I might be doing this with him for the rest of my life.

If we love each other, if he has my back the way he justdid, if he makes my insides wobble and my heart burst every time he looks at me, how foolish would I be not to allow myself to believe that it’s possible for this to be my life?

And oh my God, what a thrilling, unpredictable life it would be.

While he kisses me, one hand finds its way under my shirt to cup my breast and roll my nipple, while the other slides down the back of my pants, fingers slipping between my butt cheeks and continuing their journey down and under until they find my hot, wet core.

“Christ, Wilcox, you are so ready for me.” His mouth is right by my ear, tongue teasing the lobe.

“Readier than I’ve ever been.” In more ways than one.

“You want me now?” Two fingers slip inside me, joining us together. “Right now? Straight away?”

I let out a hard sigh and twist to capture his bottom lip between my teeth. “Sooner.”

We’ve already had the conversation about me being on birth control and him being tested—thank God.

“You don’t need to say that twice.” He slides my thong and pants down as I untie the drawstring on his track pants.

Then we’re kicking off our shoes, breathless, mouths making contact whenever possible during the lower clothing removal process, desperate, needing skin on skin like the desert needs the rain.

I push his jacket off his shoulders and, as he finishes the job, I finally take his long, hard, beautiful dick in my hands.

“Christ, Wilcox,” he groans. “We could get fired for this.”

Cupping his balls in one hand and stroking his lengthwith the other, I lean into his neck. “Everyone’s distracted with the celebrations.”

“Have I led you astray? Am I a bad influence on you, Wilcox?” His head drops back, and his eyes drift shut.

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