Page 112 of Force Play
I smirk. “You’re about to like it a whole lot more, Casanova.”
With careful movements, I grind over him, and Ari bites my shoulder to keep quiet.
We’re literally fuckinginthe club, and I think the man behind me is about to lose his mind.
“That feels so good, Luc,” he breathes.
“So good,” I say lightly. “God, you’re so hard right now, Ari.”
“I’ve never been this fucking hard. I’ve been close to coming so many times tonight.”
“So it won’t take much, will it?”
“Baby, I’m already close. Being inside your tight pussy with people all around us has me ready to fucking explode.”
I roll my hips against him and have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “So come. Come like the depraved slut you are. I want to feel you twitching inside me.”
Ari groans into my neck. “Keep doing that, then.”
I move over him for another minute before he grasps my hips firmly, panting into my shoulder as he finally comes.
He takes a moment to recuperate before sliding out of me, carefully tucking himself back into his jeans and zipping them up.
“That was fun,” I smile.
“Lucia Torres, that is the hottest sex I’ve ever had.”
“And no one saw, just like I told you.”
Ari nibbles on my ear, and his breath sends need coursing through me. “I’m going to get rid of this condom, and then we can find our friends. But when we get back to the hotel, we better both be naked in your bed so I can fuck the absolute hell out of you.”
He leaves me to myself as he walks toward the restrooms, and I take notice of the way my heart beats wildly in my chest.
I’m sure it’s just from the thrill of what we just did because it’s certainlynotbecause I’m with Ari.
And in my head, I pretend I’m not staring toward the hallway he disappears down as I wait for him to come back.
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Afterfillingupmybucket at the ice machine, I hobble back to my room and collapse onto my bed. I find a bag, throw some ice in, and relax with that on my thigh as I prepare to settle in for an easy night.
I grab my Kindle and open up the hockey romance I started last night. I might not know much about the sport, but the books are fun as hell.
I barely make it to the part where the golden retriever goalie’s PR team has him set up a fake dating arrangement with the black cat sports reporter who can’t stand him when there’s a knock at my door.
I sigh, set my Kindle down, move the ice off my leg, and cautiously stand up, limping over to the door.
When I swing it open, I expect to find one of the guys, so imagine my surprise when it’s a frustrated Lucia on the other side.
“What’s up, Spitfire?”
“Today sucked,” she says, and I step aside to let her into my room.
“What happened?” I ask, leaning back against the wall to keep some weight off my leg.
“Logan was more of a nightmare than usual, and Rivas is going on the IL because the injury prevention plan I created wasn’t enough.” She sighs and leans against the wall opposite me. “Maybe my plan wasn’t actually that good.”
