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I do what he says and circle my clit with the pads of my fingers.
“Good girl,” he rasps.
The pleasure and the pressure inside of me intensify. I take in the glassy look in Theo’s eyes. He’s close too.
Wild that in just the last few hours we’ve gotten to know each other’s bodies so well, we can pick up on our physical tells already.
I squeeze around his dick and he shudders. He grips my hip and grunts. “Fuck, baby. Not yet. You first. Always.”
I didn’t think heart flutters were an actual thing, but apparently they are because that’s exactly what happens. My heart literally flutters at how adamant Theo is about prioritizing my pleasure.
And that does something to my body because a second later, I explode. Just like every other time I’ve been with him, I’m reduced to thrashing and cursing and screaming. I can’t help it. He’s just that good. Pleasure courses through me like a lightning bolt, leaving me trembling on the bed.
Theo finishes with a hard thrust and a shudder, then buries his face in the side of my neck. When he groans against my skin, I shiver.
He leans up and grins at me before pressing a kiss to my lips. Then he rolls off, discards the condom, and crawls back into bed.
He cuddles me into his chest before pulling the covers over us. My eyelids are heavy as I blink, aching for sleep. But that does nothing to dull that heart-fluttering sensation. It lingers even as I fall asleep.
Chapter24
Maya
“Okay everyone, who’s ready for s’mores?”
My question is met with all of the kids shouting “Me!” They all skate to the edge of the pond where I’m standing and drop their hockey sticks. They follow me back toward Ingrid’s house and chat loudly with each other as I help them shed their winter gear.
I catch eyes with Theo, who’s setting up the s’mores at the kitchen table. The corner of his mouth quirks up in a knowing half-smile. A shiver runs through me at the same time as my skin flushes hot.
I bite back a smile and try my best to focus on making sure that all the kids’ scarves and gloves are in a neat pile on the bench by the sliding glass door.
“Okay guys, I know you’re dying for some s’mores,” Theo says excitedly. “But I’d get in big trouble with your parents if I only let you eat sugar. So you have to have some fruit too.”
Theo grabs a big glass bowl of sliced fruits from the fridge and sets it in the middle of the table alongside the toasted marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate squares. Most of the kids groan while a few dig into the strawberries, grapes, orange slices, and grapefruit wedges.
“Aww come on, guys. Fruit’s good,” Theo coaxes before grabbing a strawberry slice, tossing it into the air, and catching it in his mouth. The kids giggle.
He looks over at me and blesses me with a sexy grin. I can’t help but grin like a goober right back at him.
It’s been almost a week since Theo and I first hooked up and I still can’t believe it. I’m in a friends-slash-roommates-slash-coworkers-with-benefits setup with Theo Thompson, the pro hockey player ladies’ man who I couldn’t stand for years.
When I look back over at him, he’s finishing helping plate up the snacks for the kids. He catches eyes with me and nods his head at the kitchen island. I meet him there. For a second we stand and watch the kids as they chow down and chatter with one another.
“If only I had half their energy,” he says as he offers me a small bowl of fruit.
I grab a strawberry slice. “Don’t even start. You keep up with these kids like it’s nothing with your pro athlete stamina.”
He winks at me. “I’ve got pretty good stamina.”
He swipes a grapefruit slice and runs his tongue along the membrane. The naughty move reminds me of how he woke me up this morning: his tongue teasing my clit until I was screaming through an orgasm.
My cheeks heat. I lean my head closer to him. “Keep it PG, Coach Theo,” I say, my voice low so the kids can’t hear. “Or else I’ll have to put you in time out.”
He quirks an eyebrow. “Sounds hot.”
I give his shoulder a light shove before checking on the kids.
“It’s my turn to feed Mr. Pudding,” Emerson says. “Can I, Coach Maya? Please?”
