Page 23 of Press Your Luck

Naomi

Iknew it. I knew a man like Pierce, sexy, strong, and yes, older, had to know his way around a woman’s body. It wasn’t that he took his time because he didn’t, thank God. My insides had been burning up since the moment he took my hand and unceremoniously led me out of the bar and into this room. Some of that heat was anger, but a good portion of it was lust. His hand was warm and strong. His body was strong and hard as he pressed me against the wall. And his dick... when I felt that against my belly, I nearly swooned. Goddammit.

But I didn’t know what to make of him. Yes, he was hot. But he could be mean too. His comments about my hooking up hurt more than I would have thought. Then he said I was a good coach, and I realized how much I’d needed that. Not from just anyone, but from him. How dumb was that?

I think he was sincere in his apology. That was what I told myself when I didn’t back away from his touch. When I let him kiss me. For a moment, I considered pushing him away. This was wrong on so many levels. For one, it confirmed his belief that I would hook up with anyone. But he made a move to end the kiss, and I wasn’t ready. Not by a long shot.

And now I was on the conference room table with my bodice and my skirt around my waist and Pierce thrusting inside me. It was so, so, so good. He was thick, filling me up until my pussy could feel every pulsing ridge of him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned against my neck.

I would have responded saying he was so big, but I could barely get enough air in my lungs to breathe. I couldn’t waste it on words.

He let out a growl, levering up over me as he quickened his pace. A new shot of electricity streaked through me. I bowed off the table, my fingers clutching his forearms to keep from flying away.

“Fuck... I’m there... come on, Naomi. Come on my cock.”

His words were like fuel to an already raging fire. Pleasure blasted through me. I cried out from the intensity of it.

“Yes!” he yelled as he plunged in. We rocked and bucked, my orgasm drawing out long and longer. It was so amazingly good. Why did it have to end so quickly?

My pulse raced as Pierce traced a line of kisses down the curve of my neck. Our bodies were still tangled together on the conference table, his dick throbbing inside me even as it deflated. This was supposed to be a quick hookup, so why was he kissing me again?

I drew in a shuddering breath, wondering if this tender moment meant something more to him. But I couldn’t let myself hope. Not when we’d be back to butting heads and making remarks to regain the upper hand. The fantasy of us could only last as long as we remained in this room, hidden from the real world outside.

I looked into Pierce’s blue eyes and momentarily drowned in them. His fingers traced a gentle path along my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine. Did he feel the same magnetic pull between us that was threatening to consume me?

“Naomi,” he whispered. “Are you okay?” His hand cupped my cheek, and I leaned into the touch instinctively, unsettled at how quickly the barriers between us dropped away when I desperately needed them to stay in place.

“Yeah.” I worked to sort out my tangled thoughts and emotions. Fear rose to the top. Fear of what could happen if anyone found out about us. Fear of how it would affect my career. How it would impact what people thought of me. Most of all, fear of letting myself fall for him.

Panicked, I jerked away from his touch, quickly scrambling off the conference table.

Pierce’s expression shifted from surprise to hurt before settling on confusion. “What’s wrong?” He reached out for me again, but I couldn’t bear the thought of letting him any closer. I’d already crossed the line physically.

“Nothing.” My voice came out sharper than I intended. “We need to clean up and get out of here before someone finds us.”

“Should we talk—”

I cut him off, pulling my dress back in order. “Talk about what? This was a mistake, Pierce. It can’t happen again.” I didn’t look at him, telling myself this was just another hookup for him even as my heart ached at the thought of denying myself the connection we had just shared.

“Naomi—"

“I’ve got to go.” Still too cowardly to look at him, I rushed out of the room, my chest heaving with a mix of regret and longing. The door slammed shut behind me, the sound echoing through the empty hallway. The potential consequences of being caught with Pierce weighed heavily on me. This wasn’t just about our conflicting careers. No doubt, the media would have a field day if they found out about me and Pierce. He’d be a hero for seducing and fucking me, and I’d be a skank, sleeping her way to success.

As I entered the dimly lit ballroom, I spotted Max scanning the crowd, his eyes searching for someone. He looked worried, even anxious. When his gaze met mine, his face broke into a relieved smile.

He hurried to me. "There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you." His gaze scanned my body, and I worried something was still out of place. Then I remembered my hair. Did it look like I’d just had sex on a conference table with Coach Jackson?

“I know you said we should avoid—"

"Max." I tried to pull myself together, but I knew my disheveled appearance would be hard to hide.

"Are you okay?" Max asked, stepping closer. "You look like you've been... through something."

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine." I avoided his eyes. I was doing a lot of that lately. "I just needed some air. It's so stuffy in here."

"Sure,” he said, but I didn’t think he bought my explanation. "But maybe we should get you out of here. You seem out of sorts, and with all the press around, it might be best to avoid any negative coverage. There’s a diner around the corner. We could get coffee."

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