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“Feel how fucking wet for me you are, Star,” I rumbled against her mouth.

A mewl escaped her.

“So fucking wet, and so fucking tight, and so fucking perfect. This cunt was made for me, do you know that? No place else I want to be than right here. Even if it means being in the goddamn Saturns’ stadium.”

Her groan combined with a chuckle as her breath hitched when my slick fingers found her clit once more.

Now slippery, it let me move faster and with little friction. Her thrusting slowed and her frame tensed.

“I-I’m going to?—”

“Good. Give it to me, baby. Give it to me. I want it. I want you. All of you. Don’t stop,” I rasped, scissoring my fingers down so that I was touching more of her sex.

She cried out, head arching back as her orgasm hit. This time, she locked up, her pussy clamping down around me so that I had no alternative but to be tugged along with her.

She sagged into me, her pussy milking me even as her body thrummed with her satisfaction. Heart pounding as she pulled every ounce of cum from me, I wrapped my arms around her and held her, uncaring that gravity would be shortly working against us, just needing to maintain this close contact.

As I nuzzled my face in her throat, I heard the gentle soughs of air puffing from her lips and whispered, “I’ll be whatever you need, Star. You know that, don’t you?”

She rubbed her forehead against my chin, showering me with a tenderness I didn’t think she’d have been capable of before. “I need to be that for you too.”

I turned her face to the side so that I could anoint her lips with a kiss, then, against her mouth, I whispered, “Baby, you do that by breathing,” and she melted into me.

We spent the rest of the game like that.

The Saturns lost 5-1, and somehow, the O’Donnellys had found their next project, and Star and I had uncovered the next phase in our relationship.

Not bad for our second date.

28

CONOR

“CONOR!”

Though I winced at the high pitch, I smiled as Katina came bursting through the doors to our office, screeching until she found her way to my desk, arms outstretched so when she barreled into me, she could immediately wrap me up in a hug.

That was when I heard a snarl from the hall.

“Goddamn cats!”

Katina grinned at me before she planted a sticky kiss on my cheek. “Star hates them now but they’re so cute, Conor. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I know you convinced her for me?—”

“Ow! You bast?—”

Katina’s grin turned into a laugh. “They keep scratching her.”

“Why?”

“She called them Ren and Stimpy.”

I chuckled. “So they’re offended?”

“I think so. I don’t know who they are?—”

“Gross cartoon characters from when we grew up.”

“I didn’t know they had cartoons when you guys were young.”

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