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I nod quickly.
“Say it.” He kisses my neck, his lips pressing against my thundering pulse.
“I can be quick and quiet.”
“I know you can.” Then he slides my panties to the side, too eager to be inside me to take them off.
I slide down onto him and immediately break the quiet rule as my body adjusts to his size. I’m beyond wet and desperate with need.
“Sweet Christ, Beth. You feel incredible.” Foster groans as his hands squeeze my thighs. I start to move, but he stops me with a startled grunt. “Fuck. Condom.”
Jesus. I’ve never had unprotected sex and I’m startledthat the thought didn’t even cross my lust-fueled mind. But as Foster attempts to pull out, I cling to him like a vice. “I’m…I’m on the pill. And I don’t, I don’t have anything.”
It’s insane to be embarrassed talking about sexual health to a man that’s literally inside me, but here we are.
His hold on me tightens. “They test us regularly,” he promises, making me meet his eyes, his breathing laboured. “Are you sure? We can stop.”
“Please don’t stop,” I plead. “I’m sure. I want you. All of you.”
“Beth, Baby, you have all of me. I’ll give you anything you want.”
He grips my hips as I start to ride him. There’s no hesitation, no slow build-up. I am taking what I need from him and he gives it willingly.
My hands fist his shirt, clinging to him as I use his broad shoulders for support. My back arches, pressing my chest forward and my head falls back as I move. My thighs tremble against him as I rock. I lean forward, needing to be closer to him, but it’s still not enough. I want to erase any space between us, to melt into him until we’re one.
Foster watches me like I’m the greatest thing he’s ever seen.
“You’re doing so well,” he praises. “Being so quiet for me. When I get you home you can make all the noise you want, I promise. Wake up the whole neighbourhood.” His hand comes between us to stroke my clit.
My vision blurs and I can’t hold back my moan as I ride him faster and harder. I’m close. So close and Foster knows it. He increases the pressure right where I need him.
“Oh God?—”
“That’s it, sweet girl. Come for me.”
I do, surrendering myself to the feeling of pure ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. Foster pulls me into a rough kiss that absorbs our mingled cries as he shudders beneath me.
He holds me against him, kissing me with increasing softness until we’re both breathless and boneless and sated in one another’s arms.
Eventually I pull away and look down at him. His tousled hair and rumpled suit make him look sexier than ever. He’s gazing up at me with such devotion, like he can’t believe I’m real.
The sound of a nearby car unlocking sends me scrambling off his lap like a startled deer. Foster fumbles to do up his pants, his eyes darting around, searching for anyone who might have seen us. We sit there in tense silence for a moment before he finally exhales, shoulders relaxing. I release the breath I’ve been holding, my heart still racing. That was a little too close for comfort.
“Take me home?”
He smiles as he reaches up to push a loose tendril of hair behind my ear. “There is nothing I’d rather do.”
CHAPTER 34
FOSTER
It’s after ten when I arrive at my hotel room in Chicago. I drop my bags the moment I’m through the door and collapse onto the bed. The worst thing about away games isn’t the travel or the ever-changing schedule; it’s not being able to sleep in your own bed whenever you want to.
Especially now that I have someone to share it with.
I pull up Beth’s contact on my phone and Facetime her, as promised. She picks up on the second ring and my chest swells the moment her sleepy face comes into focus. I’ve only been gone for a few hours, but it feels like ages.
“Hey,” she says snuggling into my pillow. I know it’s mine by the colour of the pillow case her brown hair is fanned out on. I’d told her she could sleep in my room while I was away and I’m pleased she decided to.
