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Her short nails sank into my shoulders as I fucked her, ruining her as she marked me. Promo shots might have to be with a shirt on for a while. I didn’t care. Her tits were back in my face. I caught a nipple with my teeth, sucking and licking until her pussy contracted, then bit down lightly.

Hallie detonated on me, creaming on my cock like it was her favourite sort of eclair. Her scream reverberated around the gym, and I knew every time I walked into this room I'd hear that sound. She rode me through her orgasm, running that one into the next. Those thighs never stopped trembling as I pounded her from below, finally releasing my hold on my own pleasure.

Her name met her screams as I roared, tipping my head back and filled her to overflowing. Those thighs clamped around me as she sank her pretty lips to my shoulders, sobbing and trembling and moaning.

My heart slammed into my ribcage as I threaded my hands through her hair and cradled her spent form to my body. It took more than one try to stand before I could carry her to the showers on trembling legs of my own. As much as I wanted to make her walk out of here with my cum trailing down the insides of her edible thighs, I had better plans for cleaning her up, starting with my tongue.

CHAPTER FIVE

HALLIE

A handful of days after Solace took me to the bus—I wouldn’t let him take me home—from our night in the gym, I swore my legs still shook whenever he walked into the office. Or the kitchen, or whatever room I was in at the time. His looks never changed, always watching, always careful, unless we were alone. Then they grew heated and, well, so did everything else.

Not that we hid anything—the team and WAGS and office knew something was going on between us—because he seemed to gravitate toward me, or just plain stalked me every time I moved. But he never touched me or kissed me in plain view out of respect of my plea not to jeopardize the job I still wasn’t sure if I loved or hated, except that it allowed me more time near him.

Nor had I forgotten that he told me he loved me that night, though he hadn’t said anything similar since. I appreciated that…maybe. Solace’s silence confused the shit out of me. As always, no pressure, a respectful distance while I made up my own mind. Until we were together—then he was the filthiest, dirtiest player out there.

Forcing my thoughts back to my work for the day I topped up my coffee in the kitchen, all too aware he leaned against the wall opposite, shrinking the small room.

“You gonna come home with me tonight, beautiful?” he asked in a low voice.

I checked over my shoulder to ensure that we were alone, but no one else socialized around us, for once. A rare moment. I unscrewed and rescrewed the top of my coffee thermos for something to do.

He offered the same thing every night since we had sex in the gym, but I hadn’t had the courage to say yes to him yet. The disappointment on his face that night had been brief, but it was there when I asked him to take me to the bus in a voice that wouldn't stop shaking. I wasn't sure if I was going to cry or explode, but everything with him, as per usual, was so big and huge and overwhelming.

I needed time to myself and I wasn’t ready to capitalize on whatever this was fast becoming. Because I’d been here before and my heart broke. So yeah, I was scared it would happen again.

Same environment, same puck bunnies in attendance.

Or at least, close enough.

“I thought we didn’t do this at work?” I murmured, stalling for time with the top of my thermos again.

Solace detached himself from the wall in my periphery and stalked closer. His enormous, inked hand closed over mine. “You’ll break it if you do that, you know,” he murmured. “And then I’ll owe you more than a dozen pairs of your favourite tights.”

I blinked up at him. “Why do I need a dozen?”

His smile was downright sinful. “So I can destroy them whenever the fuck I want, beautiful.”

His fingertips grazed my cheek before he cupped the back of my neck, massaging there firmly, keeping his touch gentle. I loved that about him, that he knew not to scare me when I asked him not to, but that he seemed to know when to push that boundary for both of us.

The sex was incredible. Life rending. Amazing. After him, there would be no one else. I knew that. Yet I couldn't bring myself to believe that he wouldn’t be like the last player who toyed with my heart so freely.

“We weren’t doing this at work, remember?” I said softly, tilting my head back, though I didn't quite pull away, letting a warning tone slide into my voice.

Solace nodded, though he didn’t stop. Nor did I expect him to, really. “I remember. I also remember telling you I loved you, and that you’re mine.” His tone held a fierce edge to it, engaging a battle of wills in a quiet space.

My heart stopped for a fraction of a second then restarted. I coughed a little and he took the opportunity to draw me closer, liberating my thermos and catching both my hands in one of his.

“Please, not here,” I begged.

His eyes darkened. “Tonight, and I’ll make you beg for something else.”

Before I could stop him, his head dipped and his mouth covered mine in a deep kiss that left me shaking on my feet.

“You shouldn’t?—”

“I don’t want to not have you when I want,” he muttered against my mouth.

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