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I don’t know what’s going to go down in the morning, either. I’ll have to follow her lead, but I’m guessing this was a one-time-only secret we’ll never talk about again.

Fuck fuck fuck.

And her bikini is in my pocket.

I pull it out, my belly pulling tight at the memory seared in my mind of Max undoing these bottoms, the string falling away, revealing the bare curve of her hip and the shadow between her legs.

The pussy that she would eventually serve to me.

I pace away from the door, burning up now. Why didn’t I fuck her?

You couldn’t do that to her. Or to yourself.

Thanks, conscience.

But now I know what sounds she would make if I sank into her. I drop to my knees in front of the couch, the ache in my chest and the rampaging thoughts in my head still between her trembling thighs on the terrace. Burying my face in my hand that was inside her, I wrap my other hand around my cock and stroke just once before squeezing the base of my shaft.

I would take my time with her. Pin her down and wait until she softened for me, her legs falling open, her cunt blooming. My cock would fit right against her entrance. Hot, slick, tight. I’d want to thrust hard, sink all the way into her clutching body and claim her, but I wouldn’t.

It would be even better to make her pant and beg for it. To wait until she’s crazed with desire, and then give it to her inch by inch.

I rock my hand up my shaft, dragging my foreskin up around the thick flare of my tip. I stroked myself like this as I ate her out, but I didn’t come close to a release. I wanted that to go on forever. Lost track of time and almost brought public humiliation on her.

It was the worst possible place for that. The wrong time.

But she tasted right. She tasted perfect.

I groan as my balls pull tight. Like a raging bull let loose in a pasture for breeding season, I’m going to come out of my skin with need. How the hell I restrained myself on that sun bed, I don’t know, because right now, I see red. I want to mount her, rut her, feel that wet heat and bury myself in her tight squeeze.

Roaring, I climb on top of her and thrust, snapping my hips, driving my cock through my fist. Hot seed spills uselessly into my hand, making a mess of my fingers and my shorts and probably my fucking floor.

God damn it.

I roll sideways, onto my back, and I stare at the ceiling.

Training camp opens in two weeks.

And now I know what my captain’s wife tastes like when she comes.

CHAPTER 25

SHANNON

Adrenaline carries us upstairs before anyone gets into the house.

“Well that was…” Max shakes his head as I close the door quietly behind me and then lean against the door, covering myself with the towel and nothing else. “You used to do that a lot?”

“Not a lot.” I take a deep breath and close my eyes. “Max?—”

He closes the gap between us and takes my face in his hands. “It’s fine. I forgive you.”

Stunned, I blink my eyes open just in time to see him turn and head to the bathroom. He closes the door and then I hear the shower turn on.

Heart in my throat, I yank on clothes and crawl into bed, curling into a tight ball around one of Russ’s soft pillows.

Downstairs, the young players have brought the party home. I strain to hear Russ’s voice, to know that he hasn’t been caught out, but there’s nothing discernible.

And then fatigue rolls over me, and close my eyes, letting it pull me under.

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