Page 80 of Keeping it Real

“Bedtime?”

He chuckled.“Well, that too.But I meant this quiet time after a game.Sitting here enjoying a meal with you.Talking about the day.It feels”—he shrugged— “nice.Natural, even.”

His admission had her feeling warm all over.Sheridan got up and straddled his lap.She gently pressed her palms to his cheeks before leaning in to deliver a tender kiss to his lips.As with every time their lips met, things didn’t stay tender for long.

Alek moaned when she shifted forward slightly.Skin met skin when his fingers slid beneath her scrubs to trace her spine.Her hands left his cheeks to dig into his damp hair.She adjusted his head to give her better access to his mouth.He gripped her hips with his fingers, grinding her core against his erection.She jumped at the contact, pulling her mouth from his demanding one.

“I need to shower the hospital off me,” she panted.

He donned another one of those wicked grins.“Good idea,” he said, lifting her from his lap and circling her wrist with his fingers.

Alek handed Sheridan her wineglass, then picked up his protein shake.They were both breathing hard when they rushed up the stairs.He steered her into his bedroom and its adjacent en suite.

The bathroom was bigger than most apartments Sheridan had lived in.With a heated floor, a mini fridge, and two tubs—one a cold plunge—it even had better amenities than some of her former residences.And that was without mentioning the spacious shower with dual showerheads in addition to a rain shower element overhead.There was even a function for it to operate as a sauna.

Sheridan set her wineglass on the quartz countertop and stepped out of her sneakers.Alek picked up a remote control to turn on the water as well as heat the floor.The hiss of the shower filled the room as she lifted off the top to her scrubs.Alek’s gaze made a beeline for her nipples, already puckered beneath the long-sleeved pink compression shirt she wore.

“Allow me,” he murmured, reaching for the string to her scrub bottoms and tugging on it.He rolled them down over her hips, leaving her in nothing but her clingy shirt, pink panties, andMy Little Ponycompression socks.She shivered.

“Right.Let’s get you in the warm shower.”

Alek got down on his haunches and peeled off one compression sock.He traced his thumb along the indentation the socks made on the skin beneath her knee, following it with his lips.She felt his smile against her skin when she sighed.The other leg was next.He dragged his tongue up the inside of her thigh.When her knees buckled, she had to prop her hips against the counter to keep from falling.

He bypassed her panties, taking her shirt with him when he stood back up.His nostrils flared at the sight of her in her bra and panties.He gave his head a little shake.

“The water’s warm.Get in.”He spun her around and unclasped her bra before swatting her butt and aiming her in the direction of the shower.

Sheridan dropped her bra and stepped out of her panties, then moved beneath the warm spray.Groaning, she pressed her palms and her forehead against the wet tile, allowing the water to sluice over her tired muscles.

“This feels heavenly.”She sighed.

“Yes, it does,” Alek replied when he pressed his hard naked body against her back, reaching his hands around to cup her breasts.

She leaned her head back against his shoulder, giving his lips access to her exposed neck.He reached for the soap instead.Once his hands were full of suds, he took his time lathering up her body, gently massaging the sore muscles in her shoulders, her back, and her hips.His actions were both erotic and nurturing.

Sheridan had never felt more treasured.

“Sit,” he commanded, gesturing to the long teak bench along one wall.

She had no objection to complying, given how tired her body was.He crouched down on his haunches again, picked up one of her feet, and placed it over his rock-hard thigh.Her eyelids slid closed when he began to work his magic on the sole of her foot.She whimpered when he stopped to switch feet.

Alek stood to retrieve some bodywash, giving her an excellent view of his six-pack—and everything below it.She reached out to finger his balls.He groaned.

“Mmm.”She wrapped her fingers around his hard length.

“Sheri.”

She leaned forward to slide her tongue along his erection.

He swore.“This is you time, Sher.”

“Good,” she murmured against his skin.“Then I get to do what I want.”

He slammed his hands against the tile when she took him in her mouth.“I mean it, Sher,” he ground out.His protests didn’t last long, and his fingers found her scalp.He dug them in, guiding her head up and down along his length.

Less than a minute later, he pulled away, yanking her up off the bench and driving into her.

“Yes!”she cried, wrapping her legs around his waist.

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