Page 66 of Press Your Luck

"Naomi," he murmured, his voice low and magnetic. "I know we have our differences, but this thing between us... it’s driving me mad."

My breath caught in my throat. This was the moment. I needed to tell him about the babies. I tried to find the right words, but my brain was blank.

“Me too.” The confession slipped past my lips before I had a chance to reconsider.

At that moment, the rest of the world fell away. There were no teams, no rivalry, no pregnancy, just the two of us, drawn together by an undeniable attraction that refused to be denied.

Pierce closed the distance between us, his strong hands gently framing my face as he leaned in. His lips brushed against mine, tentative at first, as if asking permission. But as I kissed him back, giving in to the temptation I'd been fighting for so long, all hesitation vanished. It was as if our bodies were two magnets, pulled together by a force stronger than either of us could understand or resist.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, reveling in the warmth of his embrace as our kiss deepened.

He groaned in frustration and pulled back. He held my chin between his thumb and index finger as his blue gaze stared intensely at me. "I want you so fucking bad."

"I want you too." There was no sense in denying it even if I could.

He watched me, as if he was searching for permission or confirmation. "I can't handle any more of your regret or rejection. So, I need you to be sure."

"It's like you said before. There's something undeniable here."

I knew that sooner or later, I’d have to face the consequences of our actions, but for now, all I wanted was to lose myself in the magic of this moment, to forget about everything else except this man.

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Pierce

Iswear to God that when I came into Naomi's room, I had no intention of kissing her or touching her. I was going to share a celebratory drink and that was it. It wasn’t like I hadn't ever had a drink with another coach before. The only difference was Naomi was the first coach whom I'd fucked. Whom I wanted to fuck again. But while the insatiable desire lingered, frequently spiking when I was around her, I told myself that I couldn't allow it to get the better of me. After all, the last two times she and I had fucked, it ended badly when it had been clear that she had regretted it. As much as I felt like I would do anything to be able to touch her again, there was only so much rejection my ego could take.

And yet, here I was, kissing her again. The taste of her was beyond compare, and her kiss was as potent as it ever was. I wasn’t sure why that surprised me, considering time and space hadn't lessened my desire for her.

When the kiss started, I hadn't realized what I had done. I’d acted on instinct. But the minute her taste exploded in my mouth, I knew what was happening, and I half expected her to push me away. But she didn't. No, it was quite the opposite. She was leaning into me, her hand on my chest, her fingers clutching at my shirt. Of course, giving in to the desire now didn't mean she wouldn't regret it later if we took things to the next logical step. But holy hell, how could I stop?Maybe this time will be different, I told myself, like the fool I was.

My mind was quickly disintegrating into nothing but need for this woman. But along with the fact that she would likely think this was wrong was that my son was in the adjoining room.

She let out a mewling sound, and that's when all bets were off. An inferno raged through me. I had to have this woman, or I would die.

It took all my strength to pull back from the kiss. I brought my hand to her face, holding her chin between my thumb and index finger as I stared into her beautiful hazel eyes, clouded with desire.

"I want you so fucking bad." My voice was rough with need.

"I want you too."

Her words tangled in my brain, but I worked to maintain some level of reason. "I can't handle any more of your regret or rejection. So, I need you to be sure."

For a moment, she just looked at me, and my heart stopped in my chest as I waited for her answer. She gave a little nod. "It's like you said before. There's something undeniable here."

She didn't say that she loved me, but it was as if my heart thought she had. It soared. It filled my chest.

I stood up and walked over to the adjoining doors. I reached in and tugged the door from my room shut. Because it did not have a handle on Naomi's side, I'd have to return through the main door of my bedroom. Thankfully, I had my key card in my pocket. If Porter woke and needed me, he could still open the door on his side to find me. That didn't mean he might not walk in on something, but the kid was zonked out when I put him to bed, and I couldn't imagine he was going to wake up until morning. I closed the door on Naomi's side only enough to have it open a crack.

I turned back to her and studied her as she sat on the bed watching me. I loosened my tie as I walked back over to her.

"I'm going to help you celebrate your victory by giving you the orgasm of your life."

Her lips twitched upward, and her brow lifted. "You're feeling pretty full of yourself at the moment."

"I am." I tugged the tie from around my neck, and taking it in both hands, I reached forward. "Put this on."

"What for?"

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