Page 93 of The Thing About My Rival

“I was right there. I saw it was our player who touched it last before it crossed the line. So I said so.”

I pull back and gaze at her profile, which is now bathed in a warm orange light. “Are you shitting me?”

She shakes her head, continuing to look straight forward at the skyline. “The replays would have shown I saw it and said nothing. It would have reflected badly on the team and on me if I’d let the bad call go. Not to mention I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself.”

“Fucking bonkers.” I drop my lips back to her jaw and kiss my way from just under her ear all the way along to her chin.

Her head drops to the side to give me free rein.

“There’s a part you’ll hate more,” she says.

I flick my gaze up to see her eyes drifting shut.

“Go on.” I draw a line down the side of her neck with my tongue and press my hardening cock into her more.

“Le Havre scored from that throw-in.”

On a snort, I let my forehead drop to her shoulder and slide my arms from around her to rest my hands on her waist. “Let me guess, you still didn’t regret it after that?”

“Not for a second.” She laces the fingers of one hand with mine, and reaches back to take hold of my hip with the other, all the time moving her butt in circles so tantalizing I could come in my pants.

“That’s madness,” I whisper into her ear as I glide my free hand over her belly and slip my fingers inside the waistband of her leggings. “If the ref or their assistant didn’t see it, it didn’t happen.”

Her head falls back against my chest. “Not if you have a conscience.”

My hand slides lower, over her soft hairs to the delicious folds that hide everything I want. When I ease my middle finger between them, her whole body weight falls back against me on a groan.

In the window reflection, her eyes close again and her lips part, forming a work of art better than anything hanging in any gallery anywhere in the world.

The second my finger grazes her clit, she emits a breathy sound that makes me the luckiest man alive to hear it. Desperate for more of her delicious noises, I inch my finger lower, dipping into her wetness.

“Jesus, Wilcox, you’re absolutely fucking dripping.”

“It must be what your talk of bad sportsmanship does to me.”

I push just the tip of my finger inside. The way she lets out a little gasp and tenses for just a fraction of a secondbefore relaxing again is something I’m instantly addicted to. I want to do this with her over and over and over. It would never get old.

I suck her earlobe into my mouth and run my tongue around it before letting it pop out. “If bad sportsmanship is what does it for you, then I must tell you about the time I rolled around on the grass pretending I was badly injured when the other guy hadn’t even touched me.”

“Oh no.” She slides the hand that was on my hip between us and cups my balls through my pants, making me even more worried I’m about to shoot my load before my cock gets anywhere near her. “I can’t believe any male soccer player would ever do that. I’ve never seen it before.”

Her sarcasm makes my chest shake against her back with a chuckle.

“Does it make me bad?” I slide my finger deeper into her welcoming warmth.

“So bad,” she says, her hand moving higher. When she finds my stiff shaft I have to fight to stop myself thrusting into her grip, holding myself back from the precipice of pleasure. “I’ve lost all respect for you now.”

“Well, shit. How do I win that back?” I slide my other hand up inside her top and pull up her sports bra, freeing her left breast to fall into my palm. She squeezes my cock in response to my thumb on her nipple and a full body shudder runs through me as we groan together.

Then Wilcox reaches her other hand behind her back and undoes the tie on my track pants. My balls tighten with the anticipation of what she’s about to do.

When her hands slip inside my boxer briefs, I just about manage to keep my eyes open to watch her reflection react to touching me.

The exhale that comes with her half smile as she grips me and bears down on my finger inside her at the same time is absolutely fucking beautiful.

The sensation of her skin on mine, stroking me, teasing me, squeezing me is too much for any mere human to bear.

I can’t wait to have this amazing fucking woman. Sliding another finger inside her, I find her clit with my thumb, her nipple with my other hand and glide my tongue around the rim of her ear as I rock into her hands. I want her to feel this same sensation of barely being able to control herself, of feeling that my touch could tip her over the edge any second, just as her touch can do to me.

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