Page 63 of Risky Match
I trace my cock over her wet folds. Positioning myself at her entrance, I ease in, letting her adjust to my size. She arches into me, and I slide in with a moan of pleasure. “You are so perfect. Are you okay?”
“I’m so far past okay.”
We move in sync as I thrust in and out. I reach under her, grabbing each of her ass cheeks, tilting them upward to hit her magic spot.
“Yes, oh my god, yes! Don’t you dare stop. I’m almost there,” she screams.
Feeling her pulsing around me, I find my release that’s more amazing than ever before as white lights flash under my closed eyelids.
We remain still and silent except for our heavy breathing as we gradually come down from the natural high.
When our breathing returns to normal, I excuse myself to dispose of the condom
Returning, I help her clean up and then spoon her against me and it occurs to me that this was different than two years ago. We now know each other better. We shared personal details in the hot tub. We truly are a team on the tennis court now and work well together. When I look at her, I want to make her happy. It makes me wonder if there could be a future for us.
21
BRIANNA
Morning light filters through the window coverings, nudging me to wake. I groan, not ready to leave the comfort of bed. I’ve never been a morning person, but today, I’m cocooned in the security of a tightly wrapped blanket. I smile and stretch.
Wait.
That’s not just a blanket. Blake’s arm is around my waist. And his leg is tangled with mine.
He never left.
Memories of last night rush in. The balcony celebration he planned was perfect. He trusted me with the issues and fears he’s facing. Then when we could no longer resist our attraction, he treated me with an unexpected tenderness, practically worshipping my body.
He was perfect.
As the morning brain fog clears, reality sets in. My body may automatically crave Blake, but he’s still a suspect. Last night I let my personal feelings interfere with the mission.
How do I fix this?
Then again, it may help me gain his trust. But that thought makes me sick to my stomach. I wouldn’t trick Blake, or anyone, with sex. He’ll think I’m a horrible person if he ever finds outabout my role as a Covert Royal. I’d never convince him that last night was about us, not my mission.
Of course, there’s no reason for him to find out.
What’s done is done. Besides, it’s not like we hadn’t done the same thing before. He wasn’t a suspect then. And he’ll never learn about my secret life. No one knows—not even my brothers.
I’m overreacting. Some alone time will clear my head and refocus my attention on the end goal.
There’s only one problem—Blake’s sound asleep and wrapped around me. I’m captive and have no desire to move. Waking up, snuggled tightly in his arms is pure heaven. I could lie here in his warm embrace all day and be completely contented.
Maybe it would be okay to rest here a little longer. I smile, closing my eyes, and drift back to sleep.
Something is nibblingon my earlobe. My parents’ Yorkie must have snuck into my palace apartment again.
Wait.
That’s impossible. I’m at Wimbledon in London.
A deep voice whispers, “Love, you need to wake up. Breakfast will be ready soon.” The nibbling resumes.
“Mmm. Maybe later.”
A hand slips between my thighs. “Fausto will be here with breakfast any minute. You might want to put clothes on.”
