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“I’m okay. I promise.” Elle moves her hands up my chest and laces her fingers behind my neck. “Just explains why your ego is so big.”
I continue to the hilt and she gasps, pulling me closer as her eyes flutter shut. Our breaths are in sync as I lean my forehead on hers and rock slowly in and out of her. She feels too good, toomine, and I’m not worried about fumbling this—I’m keeping her. I reach between us and circle her clit with my thumb, eliciting a sweet whimper. No words pass between us as I build her up, letting her body tell me what she needs. Her pussy tightens with a vise-like grip around my cock and my balls seize. Not wanting a repeat of yesterday, I slow my pace, and she releases her hold on me.
“I need more,” Elle whispers, wrapping her legs around me, and digging her heels into my back. She’s having her third before I even consider emptying myself into the condom. An intrusive thought seeps in—what if it broke? Now is not the time to discuss family planning, but the idea of Elle and I having kids together warms me in an unexpected way.
I’m obsessed with her. There’s no other way to describe it.
Keeping the same rhythm, I thrust harder, and as she moans, “Oh God,” I resist the urge to remind her there’s no God here, only me. She’s always been the angel on my shoulder—helping me clean up my image after I hurt my teammate. But here? She’s all demon, and I can’t get enough of her greedy like this. I kiss her roughly, then move my lips along her jaw, down her neck, her shoulder—every inch of her skin I can reach.
The truth is, I need more too. I wantallof her. The thought that this could be the last time I touch her has possessiveness coursing through me. I could mark her as mine for the world to see, or strip off the condom and fill her. Both would satisfy my overwhelming need to claim her.
Between Elle’s whimpered moans and how incredible she feels beneath me, I’m not going to last much longer. She grips me tighter, tilting her hips, and the small shift has her pussy pulsing around my cock as she comes. There’s no question: she’s fucking ruined me for any other woman. My lips never leave hers as I keep my thrusts long and deep, helping her come down from her orgasm. I’m unable to stop my own from barreling through me, and I settle inside her as I fill the condom.
“Fuck, Elle. That was… You are…”
“Yeah,” she breathes with a light chuckle. “It was.”
My phone alarm startles both of us. “Damn it,” I groan, carefully pulling out of her to turn it off. Peeling off the condom, I tie it and toss it into the trash. When I return, she’s sitting up and gripping the edge of the bed. “Hey, gorgeous. That alarm means we’ve only got fifteen minutes, then we need to hop in the shower.” I can’t help smiling when I spot the mess we made on the comforter. “Get up for a second.”
Grabbing a large blanket from the closet, I swap it out, then climb into bed. “Come here.” I offer an outstretched arm for her to join me.
Elle takes off my ripped shirt, slides under the blanket, and tucks herself into my side. Having her soft body wrapped in my arms, I’ve never felt more comfortable. That’s what Elle is—comfort. In the few years I’ve known her, she’s brought me peace when things were dark for me. Most of the time, she’s putting me in my place, but she’s made me a better man in the process.
“Hey, Darling?”
“Yeah.”
She rests her chin on my chest to look up at me. “Are you sure about this?”
“Sure about what exactly?”
“This. You and me.”
I hate that she’s still questioning it. I hold her tighter and she cuddles closer. “I warned you there was anus, and you didn’t believe me. So the real question is: areyousure?”
“I’m… scared,” she admits with a sigh.
I kiss the top of her head, breathing her in. “It’s okay to be scared. It just means I need to prove there’s nothing to be scared of. And I’m up for the challenge.”
“I’m probably going to fall in love with you.”
“Onlyprobably?I don’t like those odds,” I retort, earning me a pinch to my side. “Hey, it’s true! Let’s try that again—but this time, without the ‘probably,’ and with a little more confidence.” I clear my throat and mock, “I’m going to fall in love with you, Will Darling.” She groans, and I playfully smack her ass. “I’m waiting…”
“Fine. You win. I’m going to fall in love with you, Will Darling.”
“Good. Because I—” My alarm chimes. I turn it off and continue, “I’m already falling for you.”
CHAPTER 10
ELLE
After a quick shower, Will preps his dinner in the crockpot and makes breakfast for us—scrambled egg whites and avocado on whole-grain toast, Greek yogurt with strawberries and granola, and cold brew coffee he made himself last week. While it’s not a labor-intensive meal, I’m still surprised he does it all himself. Most players I work with have professional chefs or use services to help with meal prep. He never ceases to surprise me.
I change into my dress from last night and can’t remember where the hell my underwear ended up. There’s a good chance it’s still downstairs in the library, and while Will is getting dressed, I make my way down to find it.
In the light of day, his home is even more warm and inviting. I was so distracted by him—and his talented tongue—that I didn’t have a chance to properly peruse his book collection. Most are self-improvement titles, but there’s a solid mix of murder mysteries, and a handful of romance novels. I pull one from the shelf and there are little tabs poking out from it. I open to one of the bookmarked pages and there’s dialogue highlighted with anote next to it:
Reminds me of Elle.
