Page 19 of Love Blitz

He smiled and hopped out the car. He reached for my hand through my opened door, and I let him take it. On our way to the elevator, he said, “Cam’s different, but he’s a good dude.”

“My sister seems to think so.” My nose crinkled. “She knows that there’d be nothing more than this little moment.” The elevator doors opened, and I waited for the people inside to step off.

“And what do you think?”

“That she’s right.” I didn’t tell him I thought the same for us. That once the Monday blues set in, I’d focus on getting my life on track. Figuring out my next steps. Deciding how things change with Shawn out of my life.

“If she’s cool with that, I hope she enjoys it.” His hand rested on my back as he walked me to the room. “I didn’t think we’d come back here.” He placed his card on the door. “If I thought about it, I would have done a little something something to the room.”

“Are you always like this?” I asked as he led us inside.

“Like?” He walked toward the middle of the room and pulled me close to him. His finger snaked under my purse strap and he placed it on the table behind him.

“Considerate. Kind. Thoughtful.”

“Can’t say anyone has ever called me that.” Then he added, “Not sure my teammates have those words in their vocabulary.” He laughed.

“Not another woman?” The question had me bracing for his response.But why?I learned my lesson the last time I asked about another woman. The response I got was what imploded my relationship.

He smirked. “Are you asking if I’m with someone else? Or have ever been?”

“I’m sure you’ve been with a woman.” He eyed me. “That’s obvious.”

He tilted his head to the side and kissed my neck. “Oh yeah. How so?” Then he tugged on my ear with his teeth.

My body warmed. Not only where he kissed, but all over. “You aren’t lost.”

“To answer your question.” He looked me in the eye. “No.” His finger traced my jawline. “I’ve solely focused on football for the last few years.”

“Hmm…” I didn’t have any other words for him. My mind clouded by the pulsating in my panties. His other hand resting dangerously close. One finger rubbing back and forth along the inside of my thigh. When my breathing quickened, his lips landed on mine and I was glad he knew what I needed in that moment.

It wasn’t to think about any other women. Or theother womanwho ruined it all for me. It was to find pleasure, adoration. For someone to take care of me. If only for the night.

He removed the dress over my head and had me baring my soul within a minute. Standing back, he admired my body, every inch of it under the scrutiny of his stare. And when his eyes met mine again, his dimples couldn’t hide his approval. His hands reached for my hips, and he hoisted me into the air. My legs gravitated around his waist as he carried me to the room. The moment my back laid on the duvet, I smiled.

“Glad the bed is made.”

He nuzzled between my legs and said, “If you’d rather, I could rip off all the sheets.” He laughed. “It’ll be me, you, and the mattress.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’d prefer the comfort of the linen,” I teased in a formal tone. “Thank you.”

“Sheets it is.” Then he said, “Can’t promise they’ll remain pristine.” He licked a long line up my thigh where his fingers traced. “I plan to wreck them.”

As his tongue met my clit, I knew he planned to wreck me too. The sheets twisted between my fingers as he continued. He pushed a finger inside and curled it as he traced circles around with his tongue.

I searched the bed for the pillow, and when I found it I pulled it over my face. Muffling the high-pitched squeals as my back arched. He didn’t hear me as I said his name, over and over again, as all my muscles eased.

“Let me hear it,” he said, snatching the pillow from my face. “I missed that, so I need to do this on repeat.” He spread my legs a little further, and where I thought I finished, I’d just begun.

He ripped multiple orgasms from my grip as my body betrayed me. Signing her loyalty over to him with ease. Following his every command like a soldier in battle. “Angelo,” I finally yelled with a raspy voice when I thought I could take no more.

He finally released my body from service. Kissing his gratitude from my navel to my breastbone. “How are you feeling?”

The answer on my mind wasn’t the one I gave him. “Satisfied.”

“How much more can you take?” He rose from the bed.

“I—” I stared at his bare chest. His firm abs. “Want it all.” My mouth stayed open as he rolled a condom over the tip of his dick.

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