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“You’re so goddamn perfect,” I say while working a second finger inside her. Her walls clench around my fingers, a shocked gasp escaping. “That’s it, beautiful.”

I thrust my hand, focusing my tongue back on her clit, and crook my fingers inside her, searching for that rough patch of nerves. The second I find it, her sighs turn to frantic pleas as she chases after the building release.

The familiar tingle of my own oncoming release builds at the base of my spine, but I ignore it, not wanting to miss a single second of her orgasm.

Stella lets out a sound that’s cut off by her slapping her hand over her mouth.

I pull my fingers from her and lightly slap her clit.

“I’ve dreamed of those pretty sounds you make for fucking years, baby. Don’t you dare stifle them now. Let me hear you.”

It only takes a few more intentional thrusts before she’s falling apart with my name on her lips. I swallow down her release, refusing to let a single drop go to waste, and don’t stop until she’s pushing my face away from her sensitive clit.

I kiss her thigh, then her hip before slowly sinking to sit back.

“Holy shit,” she says, her voice scratchy and breathless. She grins down at me, crooking a finger for me to come closer.

Ignoring the discomfort in my boxers, I lean forward and meet her for a lazy kiss.

“What about you?” she asks and I smirk down at her.

“Don’t worry about me, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.” I push to my feet and extend a hand out for her.

“But I want to make you?—”

“I already did,” I tell her unabashedly. Some guys might be embarrassed by blowing their load in their boxers without even being touched, but I can’t find it in me to feel anything but euphoria right now.

“What do you mean…” Stella trails off, her eyes widening when she finally notices the wet spot on my boxers. She looks up at me, mouth gaping like a fish. “But I didn’t do anything.”

“I beg to differ,” I scoff, dropping my hand and bending to scoop her up. She lets out a yelp and wraps her arms around my neck. “You have so much control over me that hearing you say my name as you came was all it took to set me off.”

Kissing her lips, I start toward the stairs.

“It was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Stella nuzzles into me, burying her face in my neck. We’re almost to her room when she finally speaks up again. “Do you have to leave right now?”

Pushing her door open, I grin down at her. “I’m here until you kick me out, baby.”

ChapterSeventeen

GREYSON

Leavingfor a game has never been as difficult as it is right now.

I’ve spent the last two nights with Stella and Harper, riding out the hurricane. As I expected, the storm turned inland before getting close to Tampa Bay. We still got hit with strong winds and heavy rain that turned Stella’s small yard into a puddle. I watched it closely, grateful I thought to grab sandbags to keep the water away from her door.

I hadn’t planned to stay over that first night. After I carried Stella upstairs, I ran out to my truck and grabbed my bag of extra gym clothes to change into. When I came out of the bathroom after changing, she held up a pint of ice cream and two spoons. We huddled close together on her bed, staying up way later than we should have just talking and catching up. I don’t even remember falling asleep. One minute I was lost in Stella’s laughter, the next I was being woken by Harper barreling into the room and squealing my name.

The rest of the day was spent doing whatever Harper decided. By the time we got her in bed, my cheeks were sore from the amount of smiling I’d done. That didn’t stop me from spending a second night grinning from ear to ear as Stella recapped stories from her college days. Once again, neither of us noticed the time until it was well past midnight and Stella asked me to stay.

Now, while Harper munches on some chocolate chip pancakes at the kitchen table, chatting away with the unicorn I got for her, I’m doing everything I can to stall. Not that I have much more time to be flexible with considering I still have to swing home for my gear.

I glance at the time on my phone and groan. “I need to leave.”

“Where’s tonight’s game again?” Stella asks, bending to pick up some stray blocks that we must have missed when cleaning up last night.

“South Carolina.” I step forward, raising a hand to push a curl from her face, but pause when I see Harper watching us. We talked a bit about when to tell Harper I’m her father, wanting to make sure it doesn’t confuse her. Stella and I even talked about us, agreeing to just go with the flow while we adjust to a new normal. However, touching Stella in front of Harper, even as innocently as brushing her hair from her face, was not something we talked about.

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