Page 90 of Game Changer

I have to have him.

I reach for the button of his slacks.

He grabs my wrist, pinning it down at my side.

“Not yet.”

I try to shake him off. “I want you.”

“Not here.”

He’s huge and determined. My fingers dig into his arms as I arch my hips to ride the feeling.

I groan.

His thumb brushes my clit. “Tell me again who this is for.”

I didn’t realize how spun I’ve been the past few days without him.

His fingers withdraw, and I want to cry.

“It’s for you.”

His lips brush my ear. When he speaks, he’s gentle and tortured at once. “Good girl. You think I haven’t thought about taking you every way there is?”

He presses his fingers to my mouth, and I suck on them. I’m drunk on his words and my own taste.

“Every damn way.” His fingers go back between my legs.

My clit swells as he rubs again, pumping his fingers in and out. My hips arch wildly, but he binds me against him, his arm like rope.

“This is what you asked for, Pink. Wearing another team’s colors under your skirt.”

It’s more than I wanted. More than I can take.

“When you come on my fingers, you'll coat every inch of me.” His voice is a dirty rasp. “So, there’s no question who you’re coming for.”

There’s no way I won’t.

He slips a third finger inside me, and I’m so full and so wet I cry out.

His mouth sucks on my neck, his teeth dragging.

“You know how it feels to watch you walk around practice with your damn sketchbook, so fucking sweet, and imagine you dropping it so I can watch you pick it up? To see that perfect ass and imagine all I could do to it?”

He fucks me harder with his fingers. The sound of it fills the limo.

“Oh God.”

It starts at my core. It’s like I need to expand but can’t because he’s holding me so tightly, his fingers not letting up.

“Clay!” I bite my tongue to keep from screaming.

His voice is so deep and hoarse I barely recognize it. “Come for me, Nova.”

The climax rips through my body in a wave.

I come so hard that the limo rocks.

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