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"Let me come," I whimper, not above begging if that's what he needs to hear to send me toppling off the ledge. When he has his hands on me, I'm willing to give him anything just to keep them there. Just to keep feeling like this. "Please."

He growls my name, his lips sliding toward my ear. "You don't have to beg for anything, Emilia," he breathes, his teeth closing around the shell. "Anything you want, I'll give you. You own me."

I cry out, falling to pieces around his fingers, sobbing his name. He holds me through it, strokes me through it, crooning praise in my ear. I'm surrounded by him, completely annihilated by him. And God help us both, but I'm not going to do a damn thing to stop what's happening.

"Spend the night with me," he whispers against my skin. "I want you in my bed tonight."

I don't tell him no. Of course I don't.

Instead, I drop to my knees, reaching for his zipper.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his eyes dark.

"It's time for your five minutes in the box, Whatley," I murmur, looking up at him as I inch his zipper down. "Be a good boy and don't let anyone hear you."

If there's anyone left in the arena but us…they definitely hear him.

Chapter Six

Nash

"Where the fuck is Logan?" Jordan asks, looking up from his gym bag with a furrow between his brows.

I shrug in response, rummaging through my bag for a protein bar. I'm fucking exhausted already and practice hasn't even started. I blame Emilia. Her little ass keeps me up late every night lately. If she's in my bed, I'm inside her.

If we aren't careful, she's going to end up pregnant. Shit. I hope she ends up pregnant. There won't be any hiding me if she does.

"In a meeting," Archer says, dropping his shit on the bench beside me with a grunt. "Charles Montaque is causing problems."

"Over what this time?" Diego asks, glancing up from his phone.

I watch through slit lids as Archer shrugs, carefully avoiding the question. I'm guessing he knows though. The man knows every goddamn thing we do. He just also happens to know how to keep his mouth shut.

"Probably the chick he took home after the Manitoba game," River says from the opposite side of the room. "She looked like trouble."

"They all look like trouble to you, man. It happens when you're an asshole who can't remember their names before they even leave your bed," Micah mutters, no real heat behind the insult. It's true, though. River can't remember their names before they leave his bed.

He's a hell of a player, but he's not the kind of guy I'd spend time around if we weren't teammates. To him, every hole is a goal. It's…honestly kind of fucked up.

"Aww. Is someone cranky because they're not getting laid anymore?" he asks Micah, flipping him off.

Micah grunts in disgust, shaking his head. "You would think marriage means the end of a sex life, motherfucker. Having someone to go home to at the end of the day is fucking great. Andmy sex life is better than ever." He shoots River a dark glare. "It's also none of your goddamn business."

River holds his hands up, chuckling. He knows better than to press Micah about his wife. The man does not play about her.

"It could be about her," Diego says. "He's been all bent out of shape since she dipped out on him while he was sleeping."

"Some puck bunny dipped out on him?" Joaquin cracks up. "How the fuck did we not know this?"

"I swear to Christ, the way some of these guys talk about women," I mutter, shaking my head. "They're going to die alone."

Archer grunts his agreement.

"It's what they deserve," Jordan says quietly.

He isn't wrong.

I glance at Archer. "Is Montaque going to be a problem for Logan?"

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