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“I feel the same,” I say, sliding my arms around his neck.
“Thank fuck, because if you didn’t, I was going to start question my own sanity for imagining shit.”
“I may have to question your sanity either way. I would have thrown my ass in the ocean and been done with it, yet you still put up with it.” I lean up and place a kiss against his jaw.
“You’re dealing with my grumpy ass, so I guess we’re even.” He grabs at my ass for effect.
I will never tell him this, but I love it when he does that. I’m not a small girl, haven’t fit into jeans that were lower than a size ten since high school. So every time he grabs my ass or any part of me for that matter, like he is hungry for me and possibly his last meal, it makes my body soar.
“You’re not as grumpy as I thought you were,” I muse, sliding my hands into his hair and start massaging his scalp.
The way he closes his eyes is all I need to get me through the day.
“That’s because it’s summer. The second that the season starts, the grump will be out fully. Some players on other teams are just assholes and get on my nerves.”
“Then I guess I have something to look forward to.” I place a kiss on his lips, before pulling away again. “Are we really deciding if we are going to turn this relationship into more than what it already is in the shower?”
He shrugs. “We can talk about it more when I get home, just as long as you are here.”
“I’ll be here.”
“Then we will make it official then. For now, I’m going to need you to turn around and place your hands against the wall so I can take you from behind.” He orders, making the tingle between my legs a lot more prominent.
“I thought that you had to get to the airport,” I say, but still follow orders. As soon as my hands are against the wall, I wiggle my ass a bit against Christian’s groin. He lets out a moan that drives me crazy.
“I do, but I have a pressing issue to take care of,” he tells me right before a slap lands against my ass cheek.
“What pressing issue is that?”
“Making you all dirty again with my tongue and leaving you wanting more,” he tells me, letting his hands slide down my body, until I hear something hit the floor.
I look back and see Christian on his knees.
“I do like a man on his knees doing dirty things to me.”
“Great, now shut up and only speak to scream out my name.”
Christian and his magic tongue make me come and yell out his name just in time for him to make his flight.
CHAPTERTWELVE
Christian
If I didn’t haveto come to Chicago to sign my new lease, I wouldn’t have come. I would have stayed in California, spending the rest of my morning between Eliana’s legs and making her scream as much as I could. But of course, I had to fly on the first flight out to sign two sheets of paper.
Those two signatures could have been done through email but of course my building likes to do everything in person.
It’s done though, and I have a brand-new lease for the next two years, which is what I have left in my Dark Knights contract.
I should buy a place; it would be nice to own a place in Chicago but I have to think about the fact that I might not be here in five years. As much as I like to think that I’m going to be playing for Chicago forever and hate the idea of playing for another team, I have to be realistic. Shit could happen and for all I know I can be in Florida in three years.
It would be a good investment, though. Whether I stay in the city or not. And it’s definitely something I should think about but right now all I want to concentrate on is spending time with some of my teammates and getting on my flight home later today to get back to my girl.
My girl?
Is she even my girl if we technically haven’t made anything official?
According to my brain she is.
