Page 102 of Empty Net

Fox shrugs. “I copied him.”

“Oh my god,” I mutter, pressing my face to Fox’s chest as he shakes with laughter. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was kind of distracted.” He presses a kiss to the top of my head and tugs on me. “Come on. Let’s let Keller have his truck back.”

“Yeah, that’d be great,” says the perpetual grump, shoving off Fox’s car.

As the two men pass, they exchange a knowing glance, and I hate it and love it all at once, especially when just a hint of jealousy passes over Keller’s face.

“Always lovely seeing you, Lilah,” Keller calls over his shoulder just before disappearing into his car.

The truck rumbles to life, and he races out of the garage at a high speed.

Fox rolls his eyes at his teammate and holds the passenger door ofhisvehicle open for me. “After you.”

I glower at him as I climb inside. “You’re paying for that.”

“Promises, promises,” he says with a grin.

Fox keeps his hand on my thigh the entire drive to my apartment, and it does nothing to quell the desire coursing through me. The sight of him driving one-handed makes me hotter than I ever imagined it could, and from the looks he keeps sending me every few minutes, he knows it, too.

He pulls into a parking spot. We hustle into the building, and I lose all sense of control the second we step into the elevator. Fox laughs when I shove him against the wall, but all the humor is gone when I press my lips to his in a rushed kiss. He groans against me, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips, then snaking inside.

We don’t stop until the car arrives on my floor. Only then do we break apart, but only long enough to stumble out of the elevator and to my door. Fox presses against me as I push the key into the lock, his lips on the back of my neck, making it hard to concentrate on the simple task of unlocking the door.

“You taste so sweet,” he mutters against my skin. “So fucking good. I can’t wait to taste you more.”

I groan with the promise, arching back against him, my ass sliding against the obvious erection he’s sporting.

He hisses at the contact, teeth nipping at me. “Open the door already, Lilah.”

“I’m trying!” Doesn’t he see my hands are shaking? Doesn’t he notice I’m barely hanging on by a thread right now?

I finally get the door open and spin, tugging Fox inside along with me. He follows after, hands on my hips the whole way until he’s backed me against a wall. I don’t even really know where we are even though it’s my apartment. I’m too lost in Fox’s touch to pay attention.

Our lips connect again, his tongue pushing into my mouth, and I moan. He shrugs his suit jacket off as my fingers find where his dress shirt meets his slacks, and I tug it up, needing to touch him properly. He groans when my bare hands meet his skin, and it spurs him on, his fingers flying through the buttons on his shirt until it’s hanging open all the way. I slide my hands over him, tracing the ridges of his abs that I know he works hard on, admiring every inch of him.

“Your hands feel so good on me.”

“You feel good under my hands.”

His palms slide over my ass. “I can’t decide how I want you first.”

“I love how you think you get to make that decision.” I spin us suddenly until it’s his back pressed against the wall.

He grins down at me. “Is that so?”

“That’s so,” I say, pressing my lips to his before dragging them down his torso, kissing every visible inch until I’m on my knees in front of him.

“Fuuuuuck.” He drags the word out, biting his bottom lip as he watches me tug his belt free. “I won’t last long, Lilah.”

“You say that like I care.”

I unsnap his pants and pull his zipper down, the sound sending another shudder of excitement through me. I grab his pants and boxer briefs, working them both down until his cock springs free.

“Like I don’t enjoy the feel of you spilling down my throat.”

I lean forward, running my tongue along his slit, loving the saltiness of his precum.

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