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It matters.

I shake my head. “We don’t need anything else.”

He kisses me then, long and slow, and his hands roam over my body—first over the jersey, then beneath it. Insistent, but never rushed. He cups and squeezes, gropes and caresses. Exploring for his own hungry reasons and stoking my need at the same time.

“I would have waited forever for you,” he says, reverent.

My throat tightens.

And in that moment, I know there was never going to be anybody else.

“Me too,” I whisper. “I want you inside me, Alexei.”

CHAPTER39

ALEXEI

How many times over the last two years have I imagined her saying that? And it sounds better than I ever imagined.

“Soon, baby,” I promise, my head spinning.

She feels so fucking good. And looks so fucking good, too, in my jersey. My number on her sleeves, her naked body hidden like a treasure.

I tug at the ripped collar, dropping my head to kiss at her collarbone. The fabric gives way a bit more.

“Easy, tiger,” she laughs.

I lift my head and she bites her lip, pulling my attention to her mouth.

“I mean, don’t go too easy on me,” she breathes. “But don’t wreck my present, either.”

“Not wrecking it,” I growl. “Making it ours.”

She pulls me down for another kiss as the side seam pulls loose under my fist, and the heavy fabric gives way to warm, firm flesh.

With a gasp, she arches beneath me as I fill my hand with her breast.

She’s so responsive. I love the little sounds that she makes.

I brace myself and push my other hand between her legs. Her pussy is so soft against my fingertips as her thighs fall open for me.

Watching her pleasure build does something profound to me, deep inside.

As I stroke her entrance, her gaze widens, her pupils dilating.

“I’m ready for you,” she says, her voice aching as much as my cock is.

And I can feel how wet she is, but she’s also so tight, barely taking one finger. Her soft, silky walls are going to feel incredible around my cock.

Her hips lift, meeting my hand as I drag my hand out, then thrust my finger back into her.

“You like that?”

“Yes.” She moans, her gaze losing focus.

“I know you do. I love your greedy little pussy. It can’t lie to me. It clamps down on everything I give it. Did the same thing to my tongue.”

She whimpers and bucks her hips harder against my hand, and I know she’s eager, I am too. But her little body isn’t as ready on the inside as I can feel she is on the outside.

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