Page 55 of Gridlocked on the Gridiron

Colton

Not even for your boyfriend who had a very long day and deserves a hug?

I’ll meet you halfway.

She sighed, closing her tablet and placing it in her purse.

Lucia

Fake. And fine, I’m coming.

When she walked past the privacy curtain, she entered the small, empty flight attendant area. A moment later, Colton walked through his own privacy curtain, a heart-stopping grin on his face as he scooped Lucia into his arms and twirled her around.

“Hi,” he whispered.

“Congratulations, Superstar.” Her grin matched his as she looked up at him. Something on his face changed at her words, and he set her down against the wall, his warm hands molding to her waist.

His eyes dropped to the new necklace she’d purchased during a late-night shopping spree a few days ago. He slid a finger underneath the pearl pendant. “This new?”

She nodded wordlessly, trying to calm the feeling his touch elicited inside her.

“I like it.” His voice was husky, and there was that damn heart hiccup again. His hand dropped back down to her side as he said, “Thanks for being the best analyst a quarterback could ever ask for.”

She scoffed, “Oh, please, Colton. You could’ve done that in your sleep. You were throwing like that long before I came along.”

Her breath caught as his face dropped toward hers, his lips inches from hers. “No, Moretti. You were the only thing on my mind when I threw that pass. I heard your voice coaching me, not Turner or Fillmore. Not even my dad.”

Her heart tripped at his words, and her body warmed at having him so close. His eyes dropped to her mouth, and they stayed there as his tongue slipped over his bottom lip. His gaze flicked back up to hers, pleading, a question clear as day in them.

She leaned forward and kissed him, expecting it to end with a light peck. She was pleasantly surprised when his tongue slipped between her lips and his kiss became deeper, needier.

She was panting when he pulled away, his left thumb finding her parted lips and running across them. His right hand, which had stayed anchored to her waist until then, drifted lower toward the warmest part of her.

“You soaked for me, baby?”

She sucked in a breath at his words but didn’t respond, her brain practically short-circuiting.

“I just wanna make you feel as good as I feel right now. Let me do that for you.” His finger lightly brushed against her inner thigh through the fabric of her pants.

“We ca—can’t,” she managed to stutter out. “Someone could walk in.”

His lips dropped to the shell of her ear, even as his hand stilled against her. “Wasn’t being in public the standard you set?”

She shivered at his breath on her ear, and god, she wanted it. She let her head fall back against the side of the plane where she rested, nodding once. She was strung so tight, want coiled so taut inside her, she was sure she would come within seconds. And something about letting him do something so filthy to her when the rest of their team was celebrating feet away excited her.

He flipped her so his back was against the plane and hers was against his hard chest. One rough hand held her to him by the center of her stomach, and the other pulled at the button of her pants, yanking down the zipper and slipping inside.

Her head fell back against him as his fingers slid under her lacy underwear, so far past caring whether or not someone might walk in on them. He rubbed the slickness around, the side of his thumb circling her clit. She was nearing the point of begging when his finger finally sank into her.

The hand that rested on her stomach flew to clamp over her mouth as a whimper left her. “Careful, sweetheart. I love it when you moan for me, but I’m not so sure the staff will feel the same.” His warm breath heated her neck, and she bit down on her lip. He added another finger, pumping them inside of her slowly while he rubbed her clit.

Her hips bucked, begging for more. He chuckled, increasing the pace to match, and one of her hands came around to lace in his hair tightly. The feeling inside her continued to build, her hand tugging harder.

“That’s right, ride my fingers, pretty girl. You wanna come for me? I want you to come for me.” His words almost pushed her over the edge, but what finally did her in was the graze of his teeth against her neck.

Her hips moved again, and he held her tight as she began to shake, seeing stars. Every cell in her body spasmed, tingling and throbbing. Pleasure tore through her, and she was thankful his hand remained over her mouth. She choked on a moan as his fingers curled deep inside of her.

“That’s right. Come all over my fingers, Moretti. They’re all yours.”

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