Page 92 of Meet Your Match
I wiggled away from the touch, breaking out of his grasp just in time to catch his face in my hands before he could land between my legs.
“I don’t think I could come right now even if you stayed there all morning,” I said.
He kissed the inside of my thigh. “Not with that attitude.”
“You already got methree timeslast night.”
“We call that a hat trick. But I still think we can do better. Let’s go for four.”
I laughed when he tried to descend again. “Sir, am I going to have to kick you out of this bed?”
“I’d like to see you try,” he said, but he conceded, balancing back on his knees as he took in the sight of me spread out in the sheets below him. The morning light was coming in through the sheer curtains covering my windows. “Alright. What’s sore, how can I help?”
“Everything,” I said.
He frowned, gently kneading my thighs with his massive hands. I groaned at the sensation. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t,” I said on another laugh. “It was the best night fucking of my life.”
“Do you mean it was the best fucking night of your life?”
“That, too.”
He chuckled, hands moving to massage the insides of my thighs as I winced. “How are you… internally?”
I peeked an eye open, smirking at him as he continued his massage. “Is that your way of asking if my asshole is okay?”
He grinned.
“I’m fine,” I said, resting in the pillows again. I pointed to my calf to tell him where to touch me next.
“Still think it was hot?”
My neck burned. “Yes.”
“Want to do it again?”
“Right now? Absolutely not.” I opened my eyes to meet his. “But, yes.”
His chest swelled with his next breath, like he was restraining himself, like he owned me and just remembered how proud he was of that fact. I felt like a trophy, like a million-dollar car in his garage that he couldn’t wait to drive down Bayshore Boulevard.
For a while, Vince worked my sore muscles as we listened to the morning sounds of the city waking up outside the windows. Eventually he rolled me onto my stomach, massaging my legs and ass and moving up to my lower back.
The more the silence stretched between us, the more my brain raced.
Last night had been hot. It had been… life-altering. That was the kind of sex a woman dreamed about, knowing deep down it would likely never actually happen. Maybe in the movies. Maybe in books. But never,everin real life.
Still, I could close my eyes and see the girl grinding on Vince’s lap, the ones that sandwiched him between them in the bar after that first home win I’d witnessed. He was drowning in pussy. Right now, mine had his attention, but I knew this thing between us was a fleeting one, a snapshot in time.
Part of me wanted to run.
It was the loudest part of me, if I was being honest — the one that knew I’d end up hurt at the end of all of this. Vince lived a different life than I did. He was surrounded by riches — literally — and the attention of the entire world. Everyone wanted a piece of him.
I was just the one who had his focus at the moment.
My heart picked up its pace at another thought — my job. I’d just landed this extension, proving to Reya and Camilla that I was serious about elevating our brand to the next level. I wanted my own segment. I wanted to showcase community heroes, to use our followers and my reputation in Tampa for good when this was all over.
I didn’t want anyone, least of all my bosses, to think I was losing control of the situation.
