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Rory

My words unlock aferocity in Cole like I’ve never seen. The moment I give in is his complete undoing.

His kiss is full of fire and sin.

He presses his body on top of me, leaving me utterly defenseless beneath him. This six-foot-tall professional shortstop that is so far out of my goddamn league has me trapped, but I’ve never loved a feeling more than I love this.

Cole breaks our kiss, now ghosting kisses up my neck as he leaves a trail to my ear. “I’ve always wondered what you would look like underneath me.”

“And what do you think?” I say breathlessly as he nips my earlobe.

His voice is husky and needy as he whispers, “In all my fantasies, you’re underneath me with nothing on.”

“And in all of mine, you’re on top of me with nothing on.”

“God, you are fucking perfect.”

He descends on me again, capturing my lips as he props himself up on one hand, letting the other push up the hem of the red long-sleeve dress I’m wearing. “Take this off.Now. Spent thepast three weeks fucking my hand to the memory of you naked in my bed. Need to see the real thing again.”

Cole’s words are filthy and honest. I’ve never been so aroused by a man telling me he jacks off while thinking about me. And my dad is a Hall of Fame player—I heard that shit from his fans before I was even legal.

I gently push Cole off me, and we both stand up. I grab the hem of my dress and slowly pull it over my head, leaving me in the red lacy bra and thong I put on underneath.

His pupils are blown as he takes me in, hand immediately cupping himself over his pants. I’ve never felt great about my body, but Cole has me thinking differently. No one has ever looked at me the way he is right now—like just seeing me like this could ruin him, and he’d still thank me for the honor.

Without taking his eyes off me, he uses one hand to pull his black sweater over his head, leaving me with the sight of his deliciously inked skin. His gray slacks are next, unbuttoned and shoved to the floor in a rough push.

In nothing but a pair of tight-as-hell black boxer briefs, Cole pulls me in, kissing me hungrily, as if I’m his favorite meal and he’s been starving for days.

“Just as fucking beautiful as I remember,” he murmurs against my lips.

Emboldened by his candor, I reach behind my back and unhook my bra, letting the straps fall from my shoulders as my breasts fall free. His groan as I do is guttural.

“You sure know how to make a girl feel good, Cole.”

“Oh, I’ll make you feelverygood, baby. I told you I’m going to take care of you, and that starts with me laying you out in this bed and fucking you into the mattress.Hard.”

“Deep, too, I hope,” I tease.

Cole grabs my ass with both hands, pressing me against his erection.“Verydeep. So deep you won’t be able to walk normallytomorrow while you tell all of our friends that nothing happened tonight.”

My panties are growing increasingly damp. “Then stop talking andshow me.”

He quickly shoves my thong down my legs before pushing me onto the bed. When I fall back onto the covers, he drops to his knees before me.

“Let me see you.” I look down to find Cole’s gaze heated like he’s ready to devour me. When I don’t respond right away, he adds, “Rory, be a good little slut, and let me have that perfect cunt again.”

“I already know you can make me come like that, Cole. You don’t have to.”

He looks at me, confused. “Do you not want me to?”

“No, it’s not that. God, you have no idea how good your tongue feels.”

“Then are you doubting just how sweet you taste? How delicious your pussy is?” Cole puts his hands on the inside of my thighs, slowly starting to open my legs. “Because I’ll tell you something, Rory girl. That night after your party when I got off from getting you off? That was only partly because my fingers were buried inside you. The entire time I was finger-fucking you, I was remembering how good you were. I could taste you on my tongue, the memory was so strong. I’ll always give you the choice, baby—you’ll have the final say in everything we do. But don’t doubt for a goddamn minute that pleasuring you isn’t as much for me as it is for you.”

I stare at him for a moment, completely breathless and in awe of the man trying to nudge my legs open so he can pleasure me the way he wants to. I watch a devious smile tug at his lips as I spread, baring all of myself to him.

“Fuck, baby,” he says, biting his lip as he stares at what’s in front of him. “That’s my good girl, listening to me and openingwide. God, look at you. Your cunt is already dripping for me. So needy, aren’t you?”

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