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“Keep breathing, nice and slow. There we go,” I whisper as inch after inch of me disappears into her. When I finally bottom out, she lets out a hungry, plaintive sound.

“Can you take more?” I ask, my voice hoarse. “You want me to fuck you? Can you take it hard?”

“Yes!” She nods almost desperately, her fingers still working her clit. “I want to come like this. Please, Theo. Make me come.”

She’s so tight, and I’m already so turned on from all of this that I know I won’t last much longer. I lean over her, my mouth hovering just beside her ear.

“Your sweet ass has me so close already,” I tell her, and she whimpers. “You feel so amazing, but I want to make you come first.”

She reaches for my hand and pulls it between her legs to rest it against her clit. We start toying with it together, rubbing soft circles around the little nub, and Becca groans in pleasure as I draw almost all the way out.

Her entire body trembles as I slide out of her, but I don’t let up on her clit, not even when I shove back in, and she lets out a shuddering moan.

“Oh my god,” she gasps, so breathy her words are barely audible.

I can tell from the way she’s tensing up and stroking her clit hungrily that she’s getting close. So I repeat the motion, fucking her harder as our sounds mingle in the air around us.

“So good,” I grunt. “So fucking good. Come for me and then I’ll fill you up, baby.”

“Don’t stop. Right there, please… don’t stop!”

Our bodies rock on the bed as I slam into her over and over, and I choke out a curse when I feel her clench around me.

She tenses beneath me, holding on to the sheets with her free hand while her other furiously works her clit. I’ve never felt anything like this, and the sensation is too much for me to hold back. Just as she’s reaching the peak of her orgasm, I crash into mine, pulsing inside her ass. It roars through me, one of the most intense climaxes I’ve ever had, and when I can finally breathe again, I slump forward on top of her as she collapses onto the bed, careful not to crush her.

We lie like that, spent and breathless with my cock still inside her, for several minutes while we try to catch our breath. But eventually I soften enough to slide out, so I roll to her side and pull her against my chest, holding her close to kiss her.

“That was so fucking good,” I say through a laugh when we part, and she shoots me a filthy grin.

“Honestly, if I’d known it could be like that, I would’ve done it a long time ago.”

I chuckle, possessiveness roaring through me. “Selfishly, I’m glad you didn’t. I like being the only man in the world who’s had you like that.”

Her smiles softens, turning warm and full of emotion. “Yeah, I like that too. A lot.” She leans in to kiss me. “Thank you for making my first time so good.”

My heart squeezes. I kiss her again, as deep as I can this time. Even after what we just shared, I still feel like I can’t get close enough to her. Can’t get enough of her.

After the game and the incredible sex, I’m already feeling drowsy, and it doesn’t take long for me to start drifting off. Her chest steadily rising and falling against mine, our breathing in sync, lulls me the rest of the way.

As my eyes flutter, I realize she’s the last thing I want to see before I fall asleep, and the first thing I want to see when I wake up.

Forever.

Chapter 42

Becca

My plane touches down in Denver the next afternoon. Despite the snow capping the beautiful mountains on the horizon, the sun is shining brightly. I’m thrilled to be back because the city is starting to feel like home. Like it’s where I belong.

My trip to Jersey was sort of a last-minute thing, and I wasn’t able to get on the chartered team plane with Theo and the rest of the Aces. They left before me, but that just means Theo is home already and planning to pick me up from the airport.

Which is something Shawn never did.

I still find it hard to believe how hard and fast my ex tumbled from grace—not that he didn’t deserve it, the abusive piece of shit, especially after the way he treated me in Theo’s home. Inmyhome. If there’s any justice in the world, and I’m starting to believe there is, I’ll never have to see Shawn again. Now that he’s been expelled from the NHL, I probably never will.

Eric, our lawyer, called Theo while we were still lying in bed together this morning to tell him that the restraining order we filed against Shawn had been granted. He also told us that Shawn’s reality show had officially been canceled, thanks to the scandal of his drug use and the loss of his NHL contract, not to mention the fact that he basically stalked and tried to assault me.

I’ve never considered myself a vindictive person, but there’s something viciously satisfying about knowing that Shawn destroyed his own life. He had everything once, but because of the kind of person he is, he’s lost everything now. And now that he doesn’t have the prestige of a TV show and a spot in the NHL, he’s about to find out how many of his friends were people who really cared about him, rather than just hangers on who never really cared about him beyond his fame.

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