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By:Violet Paige


The table creaked as he climbed on behind me.

“So fucking hot.” He cupped my breast, raking his fingers over my sides and over the roundness of my bottom. “The sweetest pussy ever. You know that?”

I whimpered with want. He wasn’t touching me anywhere and I felt as if half of me were missing. I needed to feel him. I loved his body. His hands. His mouth.

“I flew here tonight because I missed this.” I felt his lips land on my lower back. “I’ve never missed anyone, Alexa.”

I dared to look over my shoulder. I couldn’t help it. I needed a connection with him.

“I missed you too,” I whispered.

His hands coasted down my thighs, prying my legs farther apart. It was almost here. The release. The spiral of bliss. The heat of his body burning inside of mine. My nipples perked and pebbled. My core twitched. My clit thrummed with pain.

My eyes locked on his as he nudged the head of his cock between my wet folds.

“What have you done to me?” he growled.

“The same thing you’ve done to me,” I answered.

Whatever it was between us, it was the same. I couldn’t think without him. I couldn’t breathe until he was in my space again, and my body sure wasn’t alive unless he was touching me.

“Who do you belong to?” His strong hands adhered to the contour of my waist, dragging my ass backward.

“You,” I moaned. “Please, Luke. Please fuck me.”

My nipples hurt. I wiggled toward him, but he had a constraining grip on me.

“Come with me,” he groaned. “Come on my cock so hard I can feel you.”

My eyes never left his as he slammed into me. One. Two. Three times and we both convulsed and shattered in violent jerks. He pulsed and surged, filling me, stretching me and I shook with complete abandon, letting the orgasm undo me.

My hips pushed into him harder. I sucked him inside me, begging him to take every space in my body and my soul. He had me. I was his. And he was mine.

“Oh, fuck, baby.” He kissed my neck and we collapsed together on the pool table.

I rested against his chest.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” I whispered. “Impulsive is hot.” My breathing hadn’t returned to normal.

He pressed his lips to my forehead. “Me too. I have to fly out tomorrow night to make it back for Tuesday practice.”

“I don’t want to think about that yet.”

We stretched our legs out to the end of the pool table. It was funny looking at the rest of the room from here.

“Think you can hide a six five QB for an entire day?” he teased.

“If by hiding, you mean keep you in my bed all day, then the answer is yes.” I giggled. I felt incredible.

“I get it if you have to go to the studio.” He drew a circle over my navel and I wondered what he was thinking about.

“I can call in sick,” I volunteered. “I can be spontaneous too.”

“I’m not asking you to miss work.”

“I know you aren’t. But when am I going to see you again?”

He shook his head. “I’m on the road next weekend. I can’t do this again for a few weeks.”

My heart sank. It wasn’t the answer I wanted to hear. How was I going to handle weeks without him?

“Maybe I can go to one of your games,” I suggested.

He readjusted under me so he could see my face. “You want to meet me on the road?”

I nodded. I was positive. “Yes.”

“How are we going to keep this out of the press if you travel with me?”

I bit my lower lip, trying to sort through the logistics. “Ok. What if I fly out ahead of time to … where are you playing next?”

“San Francisco.”

I shook my head. That wouldn’t work.

“After that we play the Sharks in DC.”

“DC? That’s close. Ok. I can find one of my charities or something and go out on Saturday. And I can take in the game Sunday in a box. A dark box,” I added. “We’ll meet in a hotel after the game. We’ll at least have the night together.”

“You’re more conniving than I thought. I’m impressed. There’s more naughty girl in there still.” He grabbed my ass and pulled me on top of him.

I relaxed into him, relishing the firm muscles and security of his body.

“I can be really naughty,” I teased.

“You keep proving that.”

The pool table was starting to get uncomfortable. “Want to watch the late game?” I asked.

“You have the Wranglers on?”

I nodded. “I was trying to study up when you rang the doorbell,” I explained. “There is a TV in here, but I have more comfortable rooms in the house.” I laughed. “Want to see?”