Page 202 of Falling Offsides

Her new apartmentis something out of a dream.

Clean white lines. Exposed beams. And windows—floor-to-ceiling monsters that look out over the Mississippi like a goddamn promise.

She drops her bag at the door, turns in a slow circle.

“Wow,” she breathes. “This doesn’t feel real.”

She turns to me. There’s a glint of something sharp behind her smile. Longing. Sadness. Some ache I recognize in my bones.

“You okay?” I ask.

She nods, then doesn’t. “I hate that you can’t stay.”

I step into her. Wrap my hands around her waist.

“Court,” I murmur. “I’m in this with you. I don’t care how many miles are between us. I don’t care how long. I’ll find my way back to you. Again and again.”

Her eyes shine. “I’m scared.”

“I’m not.”

She laughs, wet and broken. “You’re not scared to miss me?”

“I’m terrified to miss you. But I’d be even more terrified of having to let you go for good.”

I kiss her hard, mouth desperate to taste every bit of her, hand sliding into her hair.

Court gasps when I press her back against the nearest window. The glass is cool on her bare skin as I lift her shirt over her head, exposing her breasts in their lacy bra.

So perfect.

“We’re going to make sure this view remembers the sound you make when I fuck you,” I whisper. “You want that?”

“Yes,” Courtney whimpers, hands pushing and pulling at my unzipped hoodie until it falls to the floor.

"Then take off your clothes, Snow."

Courtney pushes her leggings down her legs and then clumsily treadsthem off before doing the same to her panties. With her eyes on mine, she unhooks her bra…

“I’m naked, baby,” she rasps, holding up her bra and then making a show of letting it fall to the floor.

I spin her away from me and press her palms to the window.

The city’s right there. The river beyond it. And she’s mine.

Here.

Now.

Forever.

I drop to my knees, placing soft kisses on the back of her thighs, her firm ass, the small of her back.

“Spread for me,” I demand with a swap to her ass.

Court doesn’t hesitate. Her feet shimmy apart, opening her up for me. Goddamn, she’s so wet already, and my control is unraveling fast as I lift one leg and hook it over my shoulder.

Then without any prelude, I bury my face between her legs like the starved bastard I am. My tongue flicks over her clit as I nuzzle into her slit and her arousal coats my face.

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