Page 65 of Game Changer

In boxers, he stands there, holding it out, and then turns it, showing me the number 21 that he clearly made out of rhinestones, rendering it completely useless unless I want a bedazzled cooch.

He then bends down and rushes me, gently pushing a shoulder into my midsection and tossing me over his shoulder. He carries me into the spare bedroom where he looks around. “Fuck it, the floor then.”

Laying on my back, I feel my chest rising and falling quickly.

“I wasn’t fucking a cupcake, Cupcake, but I’d really like the opportunity to help you alleviate that ache you’re feeling between your legs and to see if I’ve been right for the past three years. I wanna know if that sexy as fuck pin-up girl, hot blondie singing ‘Undo It’ by Carrie Underwood on Halloween at Brooks Barn, where you ended it with a lasso move that I have since used in my touchdown dance, tastes like sugar everywhere.”

“You are so full of?—”

“Don’t get shit twisted—that’s a fact. Then I found out you didn’t work there; you were one of the Legacy group and therefore off limits. You were also engaged, but I’m spitting facts here, and I wouldn’t have given a shit. I’d have stolen his girl but never thrown her away. You with me?”

“Undo It” is my go-to karaoke song, and we indeed dressed up as 50’s pin-up girls.

“I know we’re doing this fake marriage bit for Lily, but I got a secret.” He moves over me, kisses my cheek, and then whispers, “I’ve been falling for you since then and making myself hold back. I don’t want to anymore. There’s no one like you for me on this planet, and I’m not saying that to get laid. I already know you may not want Beau Boone, but everyone wants #21.”

“Ohmygod, would you shut up and kiss me?”

“Do I need protection? I’m clean,” he says, kissing my cheek.

I reach between us and pull him free. “All good.”

He groans and nips my neck, and then clothes are flying. My moans become louder as he rubs the head of his cock against my entrance, teasing me. I can feel myself getting wetter with each touch, my body aching for him to fill me completely.

And then, in one harsh thrust, he’s in me, filling me in a way that is all-consuming. At first, I can’t move, there’s nowhere to go. Then, finally, our bodies move in perfect rhythm, each thrust bringing us closer to ecstasy. I can feel every inch of him inside of me, igniting a fire.

As our bodies continue to move together, I can’t help but lose myself in the feel of him, of the promise of us.

“Beau, I … I?—”

“You with me?” he asks breathily.

“Yeah, yes. Oh God, yes.”

He grips my hips tightly as he thrusts into me harder and faster, chasing his own release alongside mine.

I cry out his name as he hits all the right spots within me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. And when I finally reach climax, it’s like an explosion of pure ecstasy.

But our passion doesn’t end there. As we come down from our highs and catch our breaths, his blue eyes still bore into mine with an intense desire.

He pulls me into another deep kiss before whispering in my ear, “I’m not done with you yet.”

And just like that, I’m burning again.

Lying wrapped up in his arms, I try to catch my breath, and not because I had to put forth much effort.

“You good?” he asks, kissing the top of my head.

“I will be,” I answer honestly.

“Syd, are you?—”

“I was just fucked twice by a professional athlete; I need post-game rehab.”

“I mean, sorry?” He chuckles.

I smile and smack him in that sexy-sized pack, and not the kind of six pack a fitness model has that’s all cut and shows that they not only train at the gym but in the kitchen. Beau Boone has a fantastic body. It’s big, and solid, and fucking exquisite, and yes, his ass is solid.

“I think I may have broken a nail off in your buttcheck.” I giggle.

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