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When the sensation slows for both of us, I rest my head on his shoulder. Dex runs his fingers over my back lightly as we catch our breath.
“That was incredible,” I whisper, trying to even my heart rate.
Dex places a small kiss on the side of my head. “It was.”
Finally managing a little bit of muscle strength, I lift my head up to meet Dex’s eyes. The smile that comes to my lips is effortless.
Then it really hits me. I just had sex withDex Larsen.
The girly giggle bubbles out of me. “Oh my gosh, we just had sex and it was really,reallygood.”
Dex smiles and tucks my hair behind my ear, then brushes behind my shoulder. “Did you ever think you’d fuck your favorite player, Luce?”
My laugh comes again, and Dex rolls me to my back and hovers with a slanted smile.
“You better watch that laugh, baby. It’s making my dick hard again.”
Chapter 31
Dex
Holy fuck. I mean, really. Holy fuck. That was incredible.
As I hover over Lucie, she looks up at me with this satisfied gleam in her eyes. Her hair is a bit of a mess in the best way possible. She looks thoroughly fucked.
Thoroughly fucked by me.
Her adorable laughter isn’t a turn-off in the slightest. I love it. It feels good, actually. There’s this level of trust that comes with her laugh, a level of comfort. This might have been our first time, but it also felt like we’d been doing this for years.
It’s definitely the start of doing it for years, that's for sure.
Lucie’s hands start to slowly scratch my back. “So, did you eat anything today?”
I know she doesn’t mean any sort of innuendo, but she really walked right into this one. “I just did, Luce.”
“Dex!” Lucie pushes against my chest, but I don’t budge. “You know what I mean. Actual food.”
“I mean, really?—”
“Dex!”
Ichuckle. “Yes, they had sandwiches for us after the game.”
Lucie gives a small pout. “Oh, good.”
“Luce, baby, are you hungry?”
“A little bit, but it’s okay?—”
I roll off the mattress and pick up my shirt. “Come here.”
Lucie sits up, but doesn’t move closer. “Dex, really, it’s fine. We can just stay here.”
I lean down to meet her eyes. “Me and you both know we’ll be back here for the rest of the night—but not until you eat.”
While Lucie bites at her lip—I’m sure trying to decide if she wants to argue with me—I slide my shirt over her head, then throw on my shorts while she slides her arms through the sleeves.
Finally, she speaks. “We could just?—”
