Page 22 of One Goal in Mind

Kissing my stomach, he whispers, “Even more beautiful than I remember.” He shifts until his back hits the wall and stretches his legs out, patting his lap. A smirk tilts his lips, and as I climb onto his lap, I grip his cock in anticipation of lining myself up forwhat will likely be the best sex of my life. Instead, this adorably sweet man swats my hand away and pulls me close. While I’m straddling him, his hard cock pressed between us, he holds me tight, breathing me in.

“I told you I needed a shower,” I joke, hoping to make light of all of it.

“I don’t fucking care,” he sighs aginst me, kissing my shoulder. His lips travel up to my neck and my breath is uneven. “I missed you every day since I left your hotel room.”

The water beats onto my back and I can’t take it another moment, blurting, “I’m on the pill, and we’ve been accidentally exclusive for months.”

“Does it matter? If I came deep inside you and you ended up pregnant, I’d take care of you and our child. We’re not strangers. But until you’re ready for that step, birth control is a must. Your career comes first. I don’t speak empty words. You know the league requires therapy—I’m doing the work. I’d never suggest being inside you bare unless I was ready for potential consequences.”

I lift up and reach between us, guiding his cock inside me. Only an inch, just like he told me to do last night. I slide down another, relishing the stretch.

“Câlisse,” I mutter, mostly to myself.

“Sorry, I don’t speak French.”

“Oh, sorry! It slips out after living in Québec for the last ten years. It is just a swear.”

“It’s hot. Any time you want to talk dirty to me in French, you have my full permission.”

I can’t take it another second. I sit, sinking onto him until his cock is fully buried inside me. It’s too much, I’m too full. With his strong arms keeping me close, I whisper, “Je t’aime.”

“What does that mean?”

“Oh, um, just that it feels good,” I lie, but the guilt tugs at my chest. “Actually…” I pull back and brush his wet hair off his forehead. “It means I love you.”

A wide grin splits his face with my favourite dimples popping at the corners. “I know.”

“Then why did you ask,” I chuckle, playfully smacking his chest. “You said you don’t know French.”

“Everyone knows whatje t’aimemeans. I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“You’re such an asshole,” I laugh, but my giggles are cut short as he rolls my hips and presses deeper inside me.

“Yeah, but I’m your asshole.”

Russ continues to rock me on his cock as he meets each movement with his own thrust. The friction on my clit is incredible, and I can’t help the sighed moans slipping from my lips. He captures my mouth with his, silencing my cries, and I’ve never felt this close to someone before. My heightened emotions building inside me spill over, and I let myself fall—savouring every second of it.

“Fuck, baby, you’re too tight. We can’t do this here. There’s no point in taking a shower when I’m just going to make a mess of your beautiful pussy.” He lifts me off him, helping me stand, and my pussy is all but screaming at me. Once he’s up, he turns offthe water and tosses me over his shoulder with a sharp smack to my ass. “You deserve better than shower sex, Red.”

“Can I at least have a towel?”

“What’s the point?” He continues into his bathroom and tosses me onto his bed. My hair whips across my cheek—definitely not sexy. I attempt to recover, brushing it away from my face, but the damage is done.

“Seriously, Russ? Let me dry off first.”

He licks up the top of my thigh, groaning, “I’d rather clean you up myself.”

The moment his tongue meets my pussy, my back arches off the bed and I grip the sheets like a lifeline. “You were inside me,” I protest, despite me not wanting him to stop.

“You think I care?” He nips at my clit, and whatever sound I scream out is unintelligible. “You’re mine, Scarlett. I want every part of you to taste like me.”

“That’s—ah—a bit possessive of you.”

“I don’t give a fuck, baby. I warned you... after this, I’m keeping you.”

He dives back in, licking and sucking while driving two fingers inside me, curling them right where I need him. I close my eyes, savouring every stroke as my core tightens, aching for release. My orgasm is almost within reach as he continues the same pace until I fall apart for him.

“You’re mine, Red,” he growls against me, and I whimper at his words.

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