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I can’t respond—his words are so dirty, shocking me, sending tingles of awareness zipping through my core.

“So fucking pretty.” He moves his body down the bed so his mouth is at my pelvis. His eyes haven’t left my most intimate area.

“Max,” I whisper, breathy and low. “I need—”

“Anything for you, babe.” He spreads my legs wider, fitting himself perfectly between them. His mouth brushes against my throbbing clit. I suck in a breath at the sensation, the quick thrust of my hips causing his tongue to hit me deeper. He laps me up, flicking, sucking, and playfully biting my clit, causing me to slowly lose my mind to ecstasy. My nails dig into his scalp, but the pain only seems to drive him on.

When one finger, then another slowly enters me, I fly over the edge, calling out his name as a climax hits me. It’s not enough for him; his fingers keep pumping in and out of me, twisting and hitting…me right…there. “Oh fuck!” I scream as another intense wave of pleasure pulls me under. I buck under him, lost to desires, but he holds me down, prolonging the sensations.

Slowly, he withdraws from me, petting me gently until I can catch my breath.

Dear God. I’ve never experienced anything like that. And it was just his tongue and fingers.

My lashes flutter open. Max has crawled up to my side again, and the smile on his face has me feeling shy. A laugh bursts out of me. That laugh turns into a scream when he suddenly pulls me further down the bed.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

MAX

I don’t let her rest. When her hips stop grinding against my face, using me to get more friction, I sit up. Needing her, I crawl up her body, positioning us perfectly. Skin against skin, her soft to my hard, we collide together. My cock slides easily through her wet folds, teasing us both.

“Max,” she whispers, urging me on. “Please. I need you.” Her breathy voice has me on the edge of coming, but I need to be inside her before I let that happen. Her passage is slick and hot as I push my way in. She’s tight. I slowly press forward until my shaft is completely swallowed. I’ve never felt anything so perfect. The view of my cock sliding in and out of her is so erotic my balls draw up tighter. Every nerve ending feels electric as we rock together.

“Fuck, you feel good.” I pump my hips faster, needing to feel her squeeze me tighter.

“Yes, right there. Oh God,” Sabrina cries, her nails digging into my back. The hint of pain notches up the pleasure, and I can feel myself on the edge.

“Come for me, babe.” I quicken my pace again, slightly moving us across the bed. “Come for me.” Sweat gathers on my brow as I angle my hips just a little…more.

“Oh shit.” Her shout of surprise lets me know I’ve hit her G-spot. I can feel her tightening up.

“Yeah. Fuck, yes.”

Her back arches, hands gripping my biceps as waves of pleasure crash over her. Her pussy walls squeeze me tighter as her orgasm hits. I thrust into her harder, once, twice, three times before my release hits. My movements get slower, and I look down at Sabrina with wonder. Pride swells in my chest when I see her dazed look.

“See, babe?” I whisper into her hair as we both catch our breath. “I’m feeling better by the second.”

She must still be in a daze or too content to fight me anymore. “Yeah,” she agrees. Her stunned expression turns mischievous. “I might need to be convinced again.”

I gently tackle her, our laughter ringing out through the house.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

SABRINA

My final interview with Max feels different than the others that came before it. This time, as we dive into his family life and why he chose hockey, there’s a flirtation and comfort level that wasn’t there before. I’m not saying our past interactions for the documentary have been stiff, but now we’ve found our groove.

Max is just finishing up his story about trying to bribe his youngest brother to give up rugby and try hockey when they were in high school when a sudden shift in the air has me straightening up. My body instantly reacts to an unknown change.

I catch movement from the corner of my eye. From where I’m sitting, I can’t tell if it’s Bruna, but the burgundy pantsuit gives her way. We had all thought she’d show up with the crew first thing this morning, but when she didn’t, I’d let out a breath of relief. Obviously, she was just waiting to make a dramatic entrance.

Max must notice something change in my mannerisms because he fumbles over his words, eyes scanning around to figure out what’s upset me. Trying to get his attention back on me, I continue to probe about his love of the game and add in a memory I have of him skating past midnight on the small backyard rink his dad used to make for him.

“If I recall correctly, I taught you to skate on that rink.”

“Unsuccessfully, I might add. After falling for the millionth time, I think I yelled that you were the worst teacher ever and slipped my way to the snow.”

“But you were back the very next day.”

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