Page 109 of Even Exchange

“Fine.” I shrug, remembering the ache, looking at his empty side of the bed this morning. “Was pretty lonely when I woke up though.”

“Yeah?” he says, pleased, grip tightening.

“Mm-hmm.” The need between my thighs intensifies. “And givingmyselfa morning orgasm was way less fun. It took meforever.”

His lips part, and he leans to my ear. “Did you think of me when you were taking care of that needy cunt,soffione mio?”

Goosebumps scatter down my spine. “Well, I was spread naked onyourbed.”

He drags his calloused fingers up my arms, causing me to shiver. “Now it’s your turn to tell me what you fantasized.”

My stomach tightens as his hungry gaze urges me on. “I imagined making you sit and watch.”

“Hmm.” His hands find my neck, angling my mouth to his. “And were you able to take care of yourself in this little fantasy? Or did you cave and imagine me taking over?”

My clit throbs. “I imagined you stroking your cock and getting off from me pleasuring myself,” I admit. The idea of him coming without even touching me makes me insane.

He stands to his full height and nudges me backwards, caging me against a wall. Groaning, he grips my neck gently and angles my mouth towards his.

“Fuck the gala,” he says, warm breath hitting my lips. “Let’s stay here.”

My breath shudders. “That is a very appealing option.”

His lips crash against mine, hand slipping in the slit of my dress, pushing it upwards. My body molds to him, bright light surrounding me, body weightless. He rolls his hips, and I whimper, hooking my leg around his waist, tongue slipping into his mouth, that gravitational pull making it impossible to stop.

A horny motherfucker in motion must stay in motion.

Knock. Knock.

Unless a cock-blocking force gets in the way.

He squeezes my leg, and grips my hair with his free hand, deepening our connection. I’m lost in him. Drowning. He sighs into my mouth, and if he weren’t holding me, I’d collapse with need.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Helloooo,” Andi’s familiar voice calls out, muffled by the door. “Can you two save the shenanigans for after the gala?”

Noah curses, pulling away. His eyes meet mine, our breathing heavy. “We are finishing this later,” he says, tone firm.

“It better be cosmic.”

21

NOAH

“Stop fidgeting,” Charlotte says as I run a hand through my hair for the tenth time. Every person important to the sport of football is here. From newscasters to Super Bowl champions and everyone in between.

Charlotte told Andi we’d meet them downstairs, and after getting my boner under control—which was not easy, because my god, does she look hot—we finally made it to the lobby.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper down to her. “I’m not used to these types of things.”

“You’ve done plenty of fancy events for CBU.”

“Yeah,” I say as we walk through the rows and rows of round tables anointed with gold cutlery and enormous bouquet centerpieces. The only word I can use to describe it: lavish. “But at CBU I knew everyone.”

“It’ll take time for this team to feel like family too.” She hooks her arm in mine. “Take my word for it. By next year, everyone will know you.”

I swallow hard, anxiety buzzing in my bones. “Maybe.”

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