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He lubes his dick and smears cool gel over my hole. Watching me intently, he slips two fingers inside me. I groan and spread my legs wider, digging my nails into his thighs. His lips part as he moves his fingers in and out of me, shivering at my needy sounds.

“Need you inside me,” I whisper, desperate to be filled and stretched.

“You’re a greedy little thing tonight,” he rumbles.

I nod. “Yeah, I am. Greedy for you.”

He gives a soft growl and pulls his fingers from my ass. He covers my body with his, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I can hardly breathe I’m so excited. I never tire of sex with Luca. I simply crave it more and more. Some nights he rolls me over and takes me from behind, but not tonight. Tonight he stares into my eyes as he pushes slowly inside me.

I cry out at how hard and thick he is, panting as I take him all the way. Theres a beautiful burn as he stretches me open. I don’t just want his body, I want him. All of him. He kisses me as he begins to thrust, mimicking the movements of his cock with his hot tongue. My chest aches as he stares into my eyes, devouring my mouth and fucking me so deep and hard.

He gives a hard, jagged thrust and I arch my back, groaning at the deep penetration. I meet his movements, wrapping my legs around his hips. We’re one now, joined intimately as we thrust and take. He’s so deep inside me, I feel him in my abdomen. His hips pick up speed and I welcome that. He’s losing control, which I fucking love.

I squeeze his firm ass, giving him a challenging smirk. He narrows his dark eyes and his thrusts falter and become uncoordinated. He’s about to come. I can see it in his glazed eyes. I’m not complaining. I love it when Luca begins to unravel. I love to hold off until I see that loss of control in his eyes, and then I allow myself to fall over the edge with him.

Every cell in my body is humming as my climax nears. He kisses me, tonguing my mouth, and groaning. I shudder as my orgasm begins to unfurl deep inside of me. His cock throbs and jerks and I feel the warm spread of his cum filling me. I moan in excitement and allow myself to let go. The pleasure swamps me like a warm wave, and my cock spills between our heaving stomachs.

I’m engulfed in a lusty euphoria that spreads up my spine to every inch of my body. I hold onto Luca as my orgasm wrecks me, leaving me a mumbling, shuddering, sweaty mess. He thrusts through my orgasm and his, giving me ultimate pleasure. We’re both breathing hard as he finishes inside my quaking hole.

His mouth finds mine in a lusty kiss that softens gradually to nothing but tenderness. I run my fingers up his back, and he smiles down at me, looking happy. After a bit, he gently pulls out of me, and he reaches over and grabs some tissues. He carefully cleans our stomachs, then tosses the used Kleenex on the nightstand.

I move over to him and we wrap around each other. Life can be so stressful and challenging, but moments like these with Luca makes it manageable. Everything I’m going through isn’tbecauseof Luca. It all would have happened, regardless.

But I might actually be able to get through all of my trials and tribulations because of Luca.

Chapter Thirty

Luca

From the owner’s box the players look smaller, the game more strategic, like chess pieces moving across a frozen board. The crowd noise is muted but still palpable, a distant thunder that vibrates through the floor. The air smells of expensive whisky and the catered appetizers that remain half eaten on silver platters.

I’m buzzing with anxiety. Tonight the Ice Hawks are playing their final game to see if they’ll secure a spot in the playoffs. They’re already deep in the game against the Montreal Renegades, who are a formidable team. When I first bought the Ice Hawks, I never really thought they had a chance of making the playoffs. They proved me wrong and are now balanced to claim the last spot.

If they can just win this final game.

It’s been a grueling game so far. I’ve had more whisky than I should simply because of the stress. I’m so nervous for Evan, I can barely see straight. At the moment, the scoreboard is Montreal 2, Ice Hawks 2. Third period. Ten minutes remaining. Playoff berth on the line.

“You need to relax,” Marco says, hobbling over to stand beside me at the glass windows that look down over the ice. He swirls his drink, the ice cubes clinking against crystal. “You’re going to have a coronary. You look like you’re ready to jump through the glass down onto the ice.”

I loosen my grip on my drink. “I’m perfectly relaxed,” I lie.

His knowing smirk irritates me, but I say nothing. Below us, a face-off in our defensive zone. The Renegades’ top line is out, and Coach Daniels has our top defensive pair on the ice, Torres and Mills, along with Evan’s line to match their speed and intensity. It’s a matchup he’s been leaning on all night. Statistically, it’s working. Evan has kept Duchaine, Montreal’s star center, off the scoresheet, but the tension is killing me.

Evan crouches low over the dot, stick blade hovering above the ice. The linesman drops the puck. Evan wins it cleanly back to Torres, who immediately fires it up the boards to Jackson. A clean zone exit. I release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

“It’s almost like you’repersonallyinvested in this team,” Marco says. “Like, maybe it’s not just about the money you have riding on this game.”

“Obviously it’s not about the money anymore,” I reply without taking my eyes off the ice. “If they lose, Evan will be gutted. He came so close last time. If he loses after coming this close again, he might give up hope.”

Marco chuffs. “Good Lord, who are you and what have you done with Luca Barone?”

“Fuck off.” I give a grudging smile.

The truth, which everyone in this room knows, is that my overwrought emotions have nothing to do with the financial stake in the team or even the prestige of a playoff appearance. It has everything to do with number 19, my partner, currently backchecking hard through the neutral zone to disrupt a Montreal rush.

“Come on, baby,” I mutter, watching Evan.

“Riley is on fire tonight,” says Derek Calloway, our General Manager. “Kid’s playing like his life depends on it.”

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