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“Lemme prove how good my technique is. I bet I can give you an orgasm in five minutes.”

She raises a brow. “You may be overestimating your abilities.”

“Bet me.” Tugging her to her feet, I yank her pants and thong down, then spin her around and push her so she’s bending over her chair, her hands on the seat. Dropping to my knees, I don’t give her a chance to say a word before I’m burying my tongue deep inside her.

“Holy shit,” she gasps, spreading her legs wider. I smile against her wet pussy, eating her like a hungry man starving for breakfast. She buries her mouth against her arm, her legs shaking from being primed by the last orgasm I gave her.

Pulling back, I bite her ass cheek, making her gasp. I swat it, listening to the hiss of pain that turns into a strangled moan. Dragging my sweatpants to my ankles, I place one hand flat against her lower back, making her arch for me while the other guides the head of my cock against her tight pussy.

“Please, Tris?—"

I thrust deep inside her, desperate to feel her again. She moans so loud that I reach around, my hand clamping over her mouth. “Shhh, kitten. Unless you want Josh to hear us.”

Nipping at the shell of her ear, she shakes her head, flooding my hard cock with her wetness. “You sure about that? I can make you scream as you shatter around my cock.” I thrust hard and fast, losing control as her pussy clenches around me.

She shakes her head, and I loosen my hand so she can speak. “No, he can’t…” she moans as I thrust deep. “He can’t hear us.”

“Be quiet, kitten.” I slide my hand lower, pinching her hard nipple through her tank top and bra. Her light whimper makes me smile. I thrust faster, my hand sliding to her clit, massaging it with light circles, at odds with my powerful thrusts. “You love the way my big cock stretches your tight pussy, don’t you?”

She moans, turning her head to look over her shoulder at me. I smack her ass before my lips capture hers in a hungry kiss, my thrusts growing wilder as my control slips. Her legs tremble, so I rub her clit faster, knowing she’s close.

“Come for me,” I whisper against her lips, my hips bucking wildly as my composure snaps. Her entire body shakes as I kiss her wildly and hungrily, still thrusting as she soaks my dick. I lose my mind, pounding into her a couple more times before exploding inside her.

I collapse against her back, my gaze moving to the clock beside her laptop. “How’s that for a five-minute quickie?”

She giggles, her body warm beneath mine. “You possess mad skills, captain.”

CHAPTER 34

Jordyn

The Wolverines' next game is out of town, which makes it much easier for me to sneak out to dance at Sinful Sirens. So far, I’ve managed to do four shows without them knowing. The lies keep piling up, drowning me in guilt. Neither has questioned me, but the dishonesty made me break out in hives, causing me to take antihistamines. I don’t mind lying to Josh, but I hate being dishonest with Tristan.

Chelsea is on her way to stay with me for the weekend, making me extremely excited and suspicious. Even though I know she’s anxious to see Alex again, I suspect there’s something more sinister going on. I intend to find out on the way to Sinful.

Four hours later,I’m on the highway, darting glances at Chelsea, who is smiling at her phone. Without lifting her gaze, she sighs. “I can feel your beady eyes boring into me. What’s up, Jordyn?”

I don’t say anything as my eyes move back to the road. Uneasiness swirls in my gut until I blurt out, “I’m worried about you, Chelsea. Something is wrong. I can tell.”

She bites her glossy red lip, a tell-tale sign I’m right. “Don’t freak out. It could be nothing.”

My gaze leaves the road. “But….”

“I’ve had the sensation I’m being watched and followed. I don’t have any proof, just the uncanny feeling of the hair standing on the back of my neck.”

“Oh shit. Is Erik still committed?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been trying to get information, but he’s protected by HIPAA, and no one will release any information.” She shudders in the seat, running a hand through her sleek, dark hair. “It’s freaking me out that he may be on the loose. My nightmares have returned. Every time I close my eyes, I see the insanity in his black eyes, his dark hoodie slipping and revealing that evil grin….”

I wrap my fingers around hers and squeeze. “I’m sorry. What I witnessed was scary as hell. I can’t imagine…” Shivers course down my spine.

“Thank God you heard the struggle. My vision was blackening… I really thought I was going to die.”

I squeeze her fingers. “But you didn’t. I was there, and the baseball bat was nearby. I swung for the fence when I cracked that thing over his back.”

“Have I told you lately how grateful I am that you didn’t hesitate to go after him? You were ready to kill him to save my life.”

“No gratitude necessary. I love you, Chelsea. You’re my best friend. Damned if I was gonna stand by and watch him kill you.” We share a look, our bond stronger than ever. “Why do I feel like there’s more you’re not telling me?”

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