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“Then we can rest as you play with my hair and I kiss every inch of your chest. Once Gigantor’s ready for round two, we can have sex in the shower. Sounds good?”
He doesn’t answer—just stands with me in his arms. I giggle, already feeling desire pooling in my core.
“I need to teach that foul mouth a lesson,” he growls, gently laying me on our bed.
He undresses me with a reverence that makes my heart stutter.
“Oh, yeah?” I murmur, a wicked grin on my lips. “I’m not sure you can handle me, Hotshot.”
He bites his lips, eyes darkening. “Oh, I can handle you just fine, Wild Cherry. My cock is ready to do the heavy lifting.”
He presses himself against me, and I can feel just how ready he is.
There’s nothing in this world I enjoy more than bantering with this man.
As his hands and mouth worship me, I close my eyes and repeat a quiet prayer in my head:
Let us always be this happy. This connected. This committed to each other.
Chapter 39
Rain
Xander arrived at six in the morning and crashed immediately. They beat the Bears 6-2. I’m so proud of him—the way he’s come back after his injury, stronger than ever.
The Red Wolves are on a nine-game winning streak.
I can’t wait to cheer him on tomorrow.
I invited his parents, but I haven’t heard back yet. I just hope everything’s okay—and that fucking Dennis hasn’t ruined my relationship with them before it even started.
Igot out of bed at eight and slipped into my routine. I showered. Cooked a light breakfast—I can only imagine the mountain of food Xander ordered.
After doing my skincare and makeup, I pull on the dress I picked for tonight: a black flowy number, with off-the-shoulder sleeves and an ethereal, veil-like skirt. I love how the black makes my red hair pop even more. I pair it up with silver heels that give me a few extra inches.
I hope Xander likes it.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he says, stepping out of our bedroom.
He’s in black suit pants and a crisp white shirt, still in the middle of fixing his black tie. His shoes and jacket are waiting, but holy hell—no one should be allowed to look this good.
Xander in a suit. A gold chain peeking out from his collar. His hair still damp and tousled from the shower. It gives me baby fever. I’d have an entire fucking hockey team with this man.
“Cherry, is everything okay?” he asks, brow furrowed as he crouches in front of me to meet my eyes.
“Yes, of course. It’s just… you look so fucking hot I lost my train of thought for a second.”
He laughs, stands, and gives me a peck on the lips.
“The one who looks breathtaking is you, my love.”
He finishes fixing his tie as I grab my bag, heat rising up my neck. No matter how many sweet things he says, I still blush like a schoolgirl every time.
“Are you ready?” he asks, sliding on his jacket.
I nod, and he takes my hand as we walk to the elevator.
“So,” I ask as the elevator descends to the garage, “why are we picking up food all dressed up?”
