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“Please what, Moretti? What do you want?”

“God—” She choked as he slammed in and out of her. She couldn’t believe she’d been wet enough that he’d slipped right in without any resistance. She loved the feeling of him moving inside of her, loved how deep he hit her, but she knew she needed more. “I want you to lean me over this—fuck.”

She swallowed as he kept pumping in and out of her.

“What was that?” he asked her smugly, a smirk on his beautiful face.

“Lean—lean me over this counter and rail me, please.”

He cursed, setting her back down on the counter for half a second before turning her around. Her body pressed into the cool marble of her kitchen countertop, feeling the chill spread through the fabric of her dress.

Colton’s hands drifted underneath her dress and up until they gripped her hips tightly. She grabbed onto the bar top in front of her, and this time when he slid into her, she cried out. He was deeper than anybody had ever been, and she finally knew what it meant to be completely full.

“Oh my god, Colt, yes.”

“You like that?” Yes. She loved it. She never wanted it to stop. “So fucking good, Moretti. You feel so fucking good.”

The sounds of him slapping against her were pushing her toward her climax, and she felt her ass bouncing at every thrust.

Colton slid an arm up out of her dress and placed it lightly against her throat, pulling her against him as he continued thrusting. “Hold onto me, Luc.” She pulled her hand from the counter and placed it around the back of his neck. The hand on her hip gripped her tighter before sliding down to her clit and rubbing her in circles. Over and over, he filled her from behind, his lips pressed to her ear, whispering all kinds of dirty things.

“Oh my—fuck, Colton. I’m gonna come.”

“Yeah, you fuckin’ are. Come all over my cock, pretty girl.” His tempo inside of her and against her core picked up until she was screaming his name. The earth fractured, and she felt herself tightening around him, her body nearly giving out from the pleasure.

The hand that had been playing with her clit flattened against her stomach, anchoring her to him. His other remained around her throat, and she loved the feel of his large hand there. He’d learned from their first time how she liked it. She leaned further into him, her hand fisting into his hair the way it had on the plane.

“Such a good girl. I love when you listen to me.” She tugged at his hair a little, just to spite him, and a garbled cry left his mouth. He used the hand that was around her throat to push her face to the side and kiss her mouth. He thrust into her twice more, the arm around her stomach tightening as he came hard, moaning deeply into her mouth.

She enjoyed the feeling of his body shaking with his orgasm. And though she knew it was stupid, she pulled herself from him, turned around, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply. If it was going to be her last time feeling this way, she needed it all.

Which is why she took his hand and led him into her bedroom, her silent question already answered as he walked behind her. After helping her take off her makeup and change, he slipped into her bed and held her close, his warmth enveloping her like a shield from the reality she’d be faced with the next morning.

Chapter twenty-eight

Colton

Colton took a hit, grunting as he landed underneath one of his defensive linemen. He helped Colton up, apologizing profusely, but Colton shook it off.

“No worries, I’m all good. My fault.” He’d barely been paying attention to practice and hadn’t realized how much time had passed since Chris had snapped the ball to him.

Focusing on football was a nearly impossible task. Colton’s thoughts hadn’t left Lucia for a moment, not even when he was on the field. He was so far gone. He’d known spending that last night with her would only hurt him more in the long run, but he hadn’t realized the depth of his feelings until he’d spent a week away from her. She had called out sick for their sessions the week following their night, and the distance hadn’t done him any good. If anything, it’d just proven to him how in love with her he was. Still, he hadn’t contacted her, trying to respect her wishes.

Colton’s performance had been subpar at best in the last game of the regular season. The Sabers only barely managed to beat Tampa Bay, a team they’d been projected to beat by miles. Lucia had steered clear of him both on the plane and once the team was back in Charleston.

Now, during a Wednesday practice of bye week, he couldn’t even throw one solid pass. It’d been nine days since he’d seen her, spoken to her, held her, and all he could think about was the feeling of her wrapped in his arms. He was sure Coach Turner was one bad throw away from pulling him and putting in their second string, but he couldn’t help that his thoughts were elsewhere, no matter how hard he tried to concentrate.

As if Coach could read Colton’s mind, he yelled, “Beaumont, get the hell off my field!”

Colton’s head snapped to Coach Turner. He jogged over, pulling his helmet from his head. “Coach—”

“I don’t want to hear it. If you can’t make basic passes to your receivers, you’re out for divisionals.” The divisional round of playoffs was only eleven days away. Worse, it was against Max Clark and the Richmond Vipers. He needed to play in that game.

“Coach, I promise I can do this. I’m just in my head. I’ll stay late. I’ll do whatever you need me to do. I promise I can do this. I need to do this.”

Coach Turner’s eyes were already sweeping the field before he said, “Go shower and cool down. I need to think.”

Colton’s heart jumped into his throat as he nodded. He ran off the field, ignoring the looks of his closest friends. Cooper had asked him a few times what’d been going on with him, as had Rudy, but he’d been too embarrassed to explain that his relationship with Lucia had never been real, and yet he’d fallen for her harder than he knew possible.

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