Page 29 of Playboy

Clutching my shirt tighter again, she sets those pretty blue eyes on my face, studying me. What looks like a thousand thoughts war in her mind. Though I only have one. Getting another shot. Convincing her we’re right for one another. Making her come. Okay, so that’s at least three, but they all end up the same way: with me inside her, again and again. It’s like she reads my thoughts, because her eyes light up and the look ofconsideration fades. Her chest rises and falls, and she mumbles, “fuck it” before tugging me closer and finally setting her lips on mine.

For a moment everything else fades away. Hockey, the playoffs, the shit season I’ve had, the even shittier mood I’ve been in. My stomach swoops and my heart jumps. It’s like her kiss set a defibrillator to my life. Cuffing the back of her neck, I pull her closer and explore her mouth. The way she tastes, the soft whimpers that she breathes against my lips. The tongue that stars in every fantasy I’ve had for at least the last year.

“Need this off you,” I rasp against her mouth as we stumble deeper into the closet.

As I yank the jersey over her head, she slips her thumbs into her waistband. And while she’s stepping out of her pants, I back up and undress just as quickly. It isn’t until my pants are off that I remember that my wallet is in the pocket of my suit jacket. And my suit jacket is sitting on the back of the chair. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom.”

She shakes her head as she shimmies out of her bra. “It’s fine. You’re safe, right?”

I nod, zeroed in on her perfect tits. “Haven’t been with anyone since you.”

She rolls her eyes and mutters, “Same.”

That’s enough for me. I’ve got a one-track mind, and all I can think about is fucking her against the wall. About how I’ll make her come at least three times. I owe her that and then some.

The next time my dream girl writes a damn column, it’ll be about how I rearranged her insides, not about how disappointing tonight was.

I hiss when I grasp my rock-hard dick and give it a single pump, drinking Hannah in.

“You’re so perfect.”

She cocks her head. “I’d like to say you are too, but I’ve gotta see how that pretty dick works me over this time before I commit to that.”

I chuckle darkly and take a step back, feet planted firmly shoulder-width apart. “Get on your knees and lube me up. We both know you want it.”

With a wicked grin, she drops to the floor. When her lips suction over the head of my dick with the most exquisite pressure, my head falls back against the door with a loud thud.

“Don’t come,” she taunts in a seductive-as-fuck voice. Then she’s lapping at me again.

Her mouth feels like heaven, and the vision of her, completely naked, eyes closed as she moans around my length, is sinful.

For a moment, I fall victim to her spell, mesmerized by the sight and sensations. Then she rolls her tongue over the crown of my cock, toying with my piercing, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. Not wanting to risk blowing my second chance—pun intended—and before she has the opportunity to taunt me again, I pull back, scoop her up under her arms, and press her against the wall. Once we’re both steady, I line us up and slam into her.

“Holy shit!” she hisses, clenching around me.

I squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself to last. I’ve never been inside a woman bare. Never would have considered it with anyone else.

But with Hannah? “Fuck, I could live inside you. I may just give up hockey and become your personal fuck toy.”

Her loud, raspy laugh rings out in the small space, and she spasms around me again. “Don’t tempt me, Playboy.” Then her lips are on mine again.

Heart hammering, I lick into her mouth, savoring her as I roll my hips in a steady rhythm. There’s never been a moment more perfect than this one. Fucking against a wall is always achallenge. It takes strength and balance I’ve honed during my years playing hockey. But I’m not trying for easy tonight. The adrenaline from my jealous anger is still pulsing through me, and with each thrust, I expend a little more of the pent-up anxiety.

“You’re so goddamn tight, Han.” Dammit, I have to distract myself from the unreal sensation of her tight pussy swallowing me up. Is she doing Kegel exercises? Timing them to each of my thrusts? Because I’m so damn close to coming already. And fuck if I’ll make that mistake again.

I walk across the tiny space and balance her against a small shelf on the opposite wall. With one hand freed up, I get to work circling her clit.

“Oh, right there,” she hisses, spasming even tighter.

I groan at the torturous flood of desire sweeping over me. “Look down, baby.”

“Holy fuck. Look at how gorgeous your cock looks as my pussy sucks it in.”

“Shit, Han. Your dirty talk.”

Those plump lips of hers lift in a devious smile and her blue eyes glitter with excitement. “I want you to fill me with your cum. Make me your little cum slut.”

Holy fuck. My balls tighten, and my hearing goes hazy. “Dream girl, you’re going to need to come right the fuck now,” I grit out.

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