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Coulton’s hands landed on her bare ass, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his waist, his pants hanging low on his hips. They were both too worked up, too ready to take the time to undress properly and make their way to the bedroom.

Ainsley reached between their bodies, guiding his cock to her opening. Once there, Coulton finished the journey, shoving inside with one hard, fast thrust.

“God,” Ainsley cried as he took her, pounding with a force that should hurt, but instead set every part of her body aflame. “More!”

Coulton bent his head, his lips gliding along the side of her neck before he bit her shoulder through the material of his jersey. “Never going to get enough of this. Of you.”

Ainsley locked her ankles at the small of his back, using the wall behind her for leverage as she tilted her hips on each of his returns. The slight shift in position meant he was stroking her G-spot, and within a half dozen more thrusts, she was there.

She clenched her eyes shut as a million nuclear bombs exploded inside her, his continued fucking detonating one after the other until she thought she’d pass out.

Or maybe…

When she lifted her eyelids, she realized Coulton was no longer moving, his grip on her ass still firm.

She blinked a few times. “Did I black out?”

Coulton grinned widely. “Yep. Just for a few seconds.”

He was clearly pleased with himself.

Hell, she was pleased with him too.

“You’re going to remind me about this a lot, aren’t you?” she asked sardonically.

He chuckled. “All the fucking time.”

Ainsley sighed blissfully, then realized he was still inside her and rock-hard. “Think you can do it again?”

He wiggled his eyebrows.

If there was one thing she’d learned about Coulton Moore, it was that he couldn’t resist a challenge.

And…for the first time in her life, she was a very lucky girl.

CHAPTERTEN

“Coulton!”

Coulton pulled up short when he walked out of the elevator and spotted Evelyn waiting in the hotel lobby for him.

Shit.

“Evie,” he said, giving her a hug. The Stingrays had traveled to Vancouver yesterday for tonight’s away game. Evelyn had texted him when he was on the plane, asking when he’d be arriving and if he had time to get together. For the first time ever, he let her text go unanswered, hoping he could get in and out of Vancouver without seeing her. Things between him and Ainsley were too new, too tenuous, and he didn’t want to do anything to risk upsetting her.

Usually, he was the one who made contact with Evelyn whenever Baltimore traveled to Vancouver, but this time, he’d been too wrapped up in the arms of a beautiful bartender to remember to reach out.

“Thought I’d surprise you,” she said as they parted.

“I, uh…I was just going to have some breakfast.” Coulton gestured toward the hotel restaurant. “Then I need to get ready for the game.”

“That’s okay,” Evelyn said, not picking up on his reticence. “I’m used to these hit-and-run visits. And as luck would have it, I haven’t eaten yet.”

“Great,” he murmured, unwilling to hurt her feelings, but wishing he was anywhere but here.

Ordinarily, Coulton didn’t mind the nights spent on the road, but the last couple of weeks, he’d started to resent them. Especially since traveling with the team meant leaving Ainsley.

Monday night had been one of the best of his life, as Ainsley—despite her earlier hesitation—had fully embraced the night out with his friends. His teammates had all made a point yesterday to tell him how awesome she was, including Tank, who, up until he’d met Ainsley, had insisted that Coulton not tie himself down so quickly.

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