Page 35 of Press Your Luck

“No time for that.” He sat and tugged me until my legs straddled his thighs. “Fuck me, Naomi. Fuck me hard.”

I sank down over him, savoring the way he filled me. I felt it in every cell in my body. I knew this was a mistake, but in this moment, I allowed myself to be swept away by the intensity of our connection. For a few blissful moments, all thoughts of rumors, expectations, and consequences were pushed aside. All that existed were me and Pierce.

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Pierce

Her soft moans echoed in my dimly lit office. My hands gripped Naomi's hips as I helped her move over me, our bodies connecting in a way that felt like we were meant to be together. Her hazel eyes locked onto mine, sending electric shocks down my spine. As I leaned in to kiss her, I knew I couldn't get enough of this woman.

"Oh, God," she whispered against my lips just before I claimed them once more, swallowing her sweet sighs. The taste of her was intoxicating, making me forget everything else but the feel of her skin under my fingertips, the way her body trembled in response to my touch.

I never wanted this moment to end, so I did my damnedest to prolong it. When I got close to coming, I’d grip her hips and hold her still. I sucked her nipples, fascinated at how each tug echoed in her pussy gripping my cock.

She groaned with frustration. “Make me come.”

How could I refuse? I released her, and her body rocked against me. My head dropped back as pleasure coiled tightly, threatening to take my breath, my reason.

Her breaths grew quick and harsh. Her body bounced on my lap, and each time she came down, her body swallowed me.

“Yes,” she cried out. Her pussy tightened around my cock. Electricity shot out. I bucked up as my orgasm slammed into me. I held her, wanting to draw out every last bit of pleasure as I released into her.

She collapsed against me. I wrapped my arms around her, intending to keep her close. Not just in this moment, but from now on.

"Naomi ...”

“Don’t say anything.”

My stomach clenched at her words. I opened my eyes, seeking to know what she was thinking, fearing she was going to say this was another mistake. My heart fell as I looked at the unmistakable expression of regret etched on her face. It twisted like a knife in my gut.

"Hey.” I pressed my hands to her cheeks, hoping to salvage the moment. "What's going on?”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She moved off me, and I felt it like a slap in the face.

“One time might be a mistake, but two?” I worked to keep my anger under wraps. “There’s something more going on here, Naomi.”

She quickly righted her clothes. “There can’t be. I can’t afford for there to be.”

Her words stung, but I refused to let her just walk away from what we had without a fight. "We can figure this out."

“How?” she snapped, her hazel eyes flashing with frustration and something else I couldn't quite place. "You really think anyone would understand if they found out about us? If our teams found out? I've worked too damn hard to get where I am, Pierce. I won't let one moment of weakness ruin everything I've built."

Something inside me shut down. "Is that all this was? A moment of weakness?"

She hesitated, her gaze flickering between my eyes, and for a second, I thought I saw regret in her eyes. "Maybe not. But it doesn't matter. We can't let it happen again. It's too risky."

Why was she fighting this? Why was she more interested in appeasing the press with something fake with Max than in having something real with me? How did she not see that the undeniable attraction between us wasn’t a mistake, nor should it be ignored?

Determined not to let her slip away without a fight, I said, "Look, I know you're worried, but can't we just take a step back and acknowledge that there's something real here?"

"I don't deny that there's an attraction between us, but you have to understand the position we're in. We're rival coaches."

So the fuck what? “Lots of people have to navigate complicated relationships. I think we owe it to ourselves to explore this further, even if that means taking a risk."

"Easily said for someone who has nothing to risk,” she said, shaking her head.

“That’s not exactly true.” I remembered Reed’s comments about my hookup with Naomi. I was sure the team and fans would question my loyalty by being with our rival team's coach. But fuck ’em.

I had to concede that Naomi had more to risk. I wasn’t so clueless as to not know that my having sex would be considered normal... boys will be boys... whereas for her, she’d be seen as promiscuous or using sex for gain. Fucking hell, that was exactly what I’d accused her of earlier.

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