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He fucks me hard until I whimper at how close he’s taking me, and he grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling me up and back as his other hand slides over my stomach and my breast, and then wraps around my throat, tightening as he presses a kiss to my pulse point.
“You can wear any man’s name on your back you want, Scarlett. I don’t give a fuck because you’re still going to be mine. My name around your neck, my hand around your throat, and my cock buried deep inside you when you come saying my name.”
“Fuck. Tobias. Please…” I beg for him to finish me off.
“Touch yourself for me. I want to feel you come hard.” His teeth graze over my neck before he sucks on my shoulder where the jersey’s started to slip off, his tongue teasing over my flesh like he’s imagining it’s between my thighs. I circle my clit, so wet and sensitive that it doesn’t take much before I’m gasping and he’s groaning as he digs his teeth into my skin while he fucks me through his own release.
“Scarlett… Fuck. So good for me. I love you so much. So fucking much.”
“I love you too.” I slide my fingers around his forearm as he rides out the last of it.
We’re a sweaty mess when he finally slides out of me, still trying to catch our breath when he grabs the jersey and slips it off me. The cool air in the room a relief. I glance back at him, and he grins as he uses it to clean up before tossing it on the floor.
He takes my hand then, pulling me to my feet before he scoops me up and takes me to the bathroom. Planting me back on the cold marble floor while he pulls a washcloth for me. I watch him through the reflection in the mirror. His hair a mess, the light catching the slight ridges of the scar on his face, his tattooed shoulders and arms glistening in the low light with sweat, and his gorgeous ass and thighs on full display. When he looks up, he grins at me, a small sound of surprise and amusement.
“Thinking hard about something there, Spitfire?”
“How sexy you are. How lucky I am.”
“Yeah?” He slips the washcloth between my legs, gently brushing it over my skin. “Well, that makes two of us.” He kisses my forehead. “I’m so fucking gone for you.”
I tilt my head up, kissing him softly for several moments before I take a breath. We finish getting cleaned up and head back to the room to get dressed. Before I can reach for my clothes though he pulls me back until we’re standing in front of the mirror of glass staring at Vegas spread out in front of us.
“Have I mentioned lately that you have the hottest fucking body I’ve ever seen?”
“Not yet today.”
“My mistake,” he whispers, kissing the side of my throat.
“I’m proud of you. You know? You were amazing today. You deserved that win, but fuck you were so good out there. I don’t want to say Colt didn’t deserve the MVP, but I wish they could split it between both of you. You deserved it just as much.”
“Yeah. You gonna write them a letter about it?” He grins against my shoulder.
“I might,” I grumble at his teasing.
“My team has their championship, and I have my girl. I don’t need anything else.”
“Oh, well in that case.” I look over my shoulder to smile back at him, and he takes the opportunity to kiss me.
“Didn’t hurt to prove people wrong today either.” He rests his chin against my shoulder as he looks out over the city with me. His eyes drifting down in thought.
“Yeah well, I’m glad you have the ability to say you beat his team. So glad. But I don’t think if you’d lost it would have mattered for most people. You’re already better than him in so many ways, you know? That’s why Easton and Madison were there rooting for you. You’re so many things he’ll never be—kind, caring, compassionate. I was awful to you, and you rescued me on that date, and then in the rain. You loaned me your car when you didn’t have to.”
“Spitfire, I desperately wanted to fuck you and then you had me wrapped around your finger pretty fucking quick there. So… I don’t know that it’s fair to use that as an example.”
“You kept Xander safe with all of that stuff with Drew. You helped Colt and Joss get together. You’re a good man, Tobias. You focus too much on the things you think you did wrong, and not enough on everything you do right.”
He smiles at me as his eyes drift over my face. “I don’t deserve someone like you.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure I don’t deserve you. Hottest guy in pro sports? Would-be MVP of the game? Perfect fucking body and fucks like a god? Sweet enough to buy me candy and this necklace? Yeah, I think if I was a betting girl, I’d be down in the casinos right now.”
He laughs and kisses me again a few times before he pulls away, and his lashes lower as he studies my face.
“I was thinking about things. The season being over and the museum opening back up. You not needing to be at my place anymore… how we’d see each other.”
“Yeah. It’ll be harder when I’m back full-time at the museum.”
“What if you move in with me?”
