Page 51 of Pucking Forbidden

“Mm. Maybe I should fuck you in the truck again,” he growls against my lips. “Hold you over until we get home.”

“Maybe you should,” I agree, more than willing to get down and dirty with him anytime, anyplace.

He chuckles, pulling me away from the wall. “Come on before I decide to fuck you right here, baby.”

“I’d be down for that.” I peek up at him, grinning.

He chuckles again, smacking my ass. “You would, wouldn’t you?”

“You’re the one who said you had arena fantasies, Mr. Silvestri.”

The next thing I know, I’m being shoved into a supply closet.

“What are you doing?” I laugh breathlessly as he pushes me back against the door.

“You reminded me about those arena fantasies. I’m making a few of them come true.” He smirks, reaching for the button on my pants. “You telling me no, princess?”

“Definitely not.” I glance around us with big eyes. “But…the supply closet? That’s your fantasy? Really?”

“Blame Nash for the idea,” he mutters, ripping my pants and panties down my legs. “He’s the one who has been sneaking into every fucking closet in this place with Emilia.”

“He really…Oh!” I gasp when he drops to his knees, throwing my leg over his shoulder. I forget what we’re talking about then. All I remember is the way he growls against my pussy as he eats me like he’s starving for my taste.

By the time he’s inside me, I’m just a stuttering, quivering mess, my soul hanging out somewhere near the rafters.

“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead against mine as he pushes into me. “You feel so fucking good every damn time, princess.”

“I know!” I claw at his back, trying not to lose my mind as he lifts me up and down his cock at a rapid pace, fucking me until the door rattles behind me and I’m biting him to stifle my screams.

I shatter around him once and then again before he plants himself deep, moaning that he loves me as he spills into me.

We’re both out of breath and sweaty as he helps me dress. We’re both smiling, too. I love this man. So damn much.

“Think we’re busted?” he asks, smirking like he doesn’t give a shit as he cracks the door open and then peeks out into the hall.Apparently, the coast is clear because he pulls me out behind him.

We’re not even four steps away before Coach Lariat comes around the corner and spots us. His brows furrow. “What the fuck are you still doing here, Silvestri?”

“Leaving,” Jordan says.

Lariat’s piercing gaze shifts from him to me, his eyes narrowing. And then he sighs, shaking his head. “I’m putting locks on the fucking closets around here,” he mutters, turning to walk away.

I fall into Jordan, laughing hysterically.

Jordan chokes on a laugh, practically hauling me down the hall.

“You’re in so much trouble,” I say through laughter as we burst out into the parking lot.

“Me? Nash is the one he’s going to fucking murder,” Jordan says with a rough chuckle. “I bet he doesn’t have a clue Emilia’s dad knows they’re fucking in the closet.”

“You going to tell him?”

“Hell no. I’m going to sit back and watch the fireworks. Are you kidding me? Coach is already pissed that he’s dating his daughter. The first time he catches them in a closet, his head might actually explode.”

“Jordan!”

He just grins at me, shrugging unapologetically.

I shake my head, smiling so big my cheeks hurt. God, I needed tonight. I need this man. I need forever.

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