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M
y cock aches to
have her mouth on me the way she just teased my fingers, but I want to take my time with this girl.

Tonight is unexpected. Sure, I’d seen some of the appreciative glances Maddie threw my way these last few weeks, but the minute we’d make eye contact, she’d close off, making me wonder if I was making this shit up. Making me wonder if that flirtatious banter in our interview was all for show.

Apparently not.

Maddie arches her back against the door, her hair a disheveled, black cascade around her shoulders. In the dark room, I can make out her parted pink lips and smoky blue eyes that stare up at me through our mutual haze of lust.

On the exterior, this girl looks as straight-laced as they come, but right now, she has her skirt hiked so those garters peek out just enough to make me want to snap them with my teeth. And don’t even get me started about those fuck-me heels.

Wildcat is right.

“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about doing this to you,” I murmur as I duck down to graze her neck with my lips.

She groans and tilts her head back. “Yeah?”

Deciding it’s better if I don’t say exactly how long I’ve thought about getting her bare-ass naked, I suck gently, not hard enough to leave a mark, though I want to. But she’s on TV. She doesn’t need some asshole marking this beautiful skin, at least not anywhere visible.

She swallows, and I palm her breast and give it a hard squeeze as I press her up against the door. Part of me wonders if I’m being too rough, but her loud moan tells me otherwise.

Yeah, I’m gonna enjoy making this girl fall apart.

“Hang on, babe.”

I scoop her ass in my hands and lift her up before slipping between her parted legs. Once I have her wedged against the door with my hips, I reach for her silky smooth thighs.

Even through my jeans, I can feel her heat, and I surge forward to get closer, tightening my grip on her. She cries out and wraps her legs around my waist. Her nails bite into my shoulders, her head falls back against the wall, and the vision of this girl is so magnificent, I want to sear it into my brain for future reference. Because, Jesus Christ, Maddie is fucking gorgeous.

My mouth teases her lips, but she’s not having any of that. Her fingers thread through my hair, and she yanks me closer.

“Impatient?” I chuckle.

“Fuck you,” she mumbles, never leaving my lips.

“Trust me, I’m trying.”

She laughs, her body shaking against mine, and the sound is magical. I don’t know why, but something about that sound makes me feel lighter. This girl is always so serious these days, but tonight she’s been different. Tonight, she’s let me in.

I can’t think too long because her tongue licks against my lips, and when I dip into her mouth, she sucks my tongue in a rhythm that makes my cock strain harder against my jeans.

And then she’s pushing out of my arms, demanding that I put her down.

Shit. Did she change her mind?

When her feet hit the floor, she grips my shirt, her serious expression putting me on edge. But then she slowly spins us around, and once my back is up against the door, she lowers her hand and palms me, leaning up to whisper, “I want you in my mouth.”

My jaw tenses as I watch her drop to the floor and unzip my jeans. She licks her lips as she lifts me out.

“Hello, there,” she whispers.

Did I suffer a concussion at practice today and I’m really bedridden at Mass General?
Because Maddie’s on her knees talking to my dick, which stands at attention.

And then she stares up at me as she places an open-mouthed kiss on my tip.

I can’t fight the groan that leaves my lips as she rubs her soft cheek against me in a slow tease that has me swelling in appreciation. And then she takes a long lick up my shaft, keeping her eyes trained on me, and I fist her hair in my hand, careful to not yank her closer. But fuck, it’s hard when her lips part to take me in and she envelops me in her hot little mouth.

“Fuck, Maddie.”

Her eyes light up, and she takes me all the way, swallowing me down the back of her throat.

“Goddamn, woman. Don’t you have a gag reflex?”

Her hand works me as her mouth slides up and down, and I clench my eyes closed, unable to watch the show or it will be over before it starts. She moans while I’m in her mouth, and the vibration nearly pushes me over the edge.

“Stop.” I slip out of her grasp, and she gives me a pout of disappointment that can only be described as half sex kitten, half innocent school girl.

Reaching down, I lift her into my arms before I stalk over to my desk, shoving shit out of the way to make room for Maddie’s delectable ass, which I place on one end.

Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I angle her for a kiss because that mouth is too damn hot to not explore again. She whimpers, clawing at my chest, and I reach down under her dress, snaking my fingers around her panties.

“Babe, you’re drenched.”

She laughs softly. “You think?”

I watch her face as I stroke the delicate skin between her thighs. Her head falls back, her hips tilt forward, and her choppy breaths make me want to take her hard and fast. But then she reaches forward and tugs back the hem of her dress so we can both watch my hand disappear into the black silk of her underwear.

Some day when I’m on my deathbed, I hope I can remember Maddie McDermott hot and wet on my desk, because I’m pretty sure I’ve found heaven.

“Harder, Daren,” she groans.

But I can’t go any farther without seeing the rest of her and feeling her on my skin. I pull away to strip off my shirt, pleased with the appreciation in her eyes as they travel over my chest. I stand there and let her look. My jeans are barely clinging to my hips, and I’m pretty sure my hair looks like I’ve been electrocuted, because I have been. By her.

When her eyes make it back up to mine, she takes a deep breath and reaches for the tie at the front of her dress. In the slowest tease known to mankind, she unwraps herself like an early Christmas gift.

A black, lace bra cups her generous breasts, and boy shorts finish off this brilliant ensemble. Even better, though, is the tantalizing strip of skin between those garters and her underwear that calls out to me. But I need her naked before I have a taste.

“Take off your bra, Maddie. Now.”

My voice is gruff, mostly because it’s hard to speak. I’m pretty sure I sound like a dick, only instead of being put off, Maddie’s lips tilt up in a smirk.

“Make me.”

Fuck.

My hands are on her, and the material is off before I can process that I might have ripped it. Maddie reaches up and pulls my hair, yanking me into a kiss as I grip her breasts with both hands. She moans into me, her thighs widening so I can wedge myself closer.

I break away. “You’re going to pay for being so mouthy.”

She smirks, gripping the base of my cock and jerking me off.

“I’m counting on it.”

Her throaty voice makes the blood pound in my ears until the only thought I can process involves Maddie’s pussy in my face.

“Oh, yeah, babe.” I pull away, slipping out of her hands. Gripping her ankles, I yank until she slides back onto the desk. She lands with a squeal and a laugh, but in two seconds flat, I have her panties off and her legs wrapped around my neck, and that laugh turns into a breathy, “God, yes.”

Chuckling, I lean in, appreciating how her skin is bare except for a small landing strip. Mm. Time to land.

I whisper against her damp skin, “Quid pro quo, Wildcat,” before I take a long lick that has her arching off the desk. I set a slow, tortuous pace, her scent intoxicating me, tempting me to go faster.

“More, Daren.”

Her legs drop open, her fingers parting herself. Goddamn, this woman makes me want to combust.

Kissing Madeline is heavenly. Feeling her body against mine? Divine. Going down on her? The fucking Super Bowl of sex.

Finally, I rub against that little bundle of nerves, and her legs clamp against my head.

“Hold still.” I hold one leg open with my arm and brace my shoulder against the other. She writhes beneath me, her breasts heaving, her hair a wild tangle on my desk. Keeping my eyes pinned on her, I slide my tongue back and forth. She gasps, fighting to watch me. “Feel good, babe?”

“Yeah,” she pants. “Soooooo good.” Her thighs tremble when I press a finger into her tight entrance while teasing her with my tongue. It only takes two or three more strokes before she comes apart in a litany of screams and curses. For a girl who never curses, those dirty words feel like a badge of honor.

She pulses against my mouth, and I stroke her skin until she begs me to stop.

Maddie’s panting and sprawled out naked on my desk, the moonlight illuminating her pale skin. Tossing an arm over her face, she laughs this hoarse, delighted laugh. After a moment, she brushes the hair out of her face and stares back, flushed and out of breath, and so fucking sexy my chest aches. Her lips slowly tilt up, and she hooks her finger into my jeans that are still somehow hanging down my ass.

“Come here, Heisman. Show me how you throw for a touchdown.”

I grin, licking her off my lips. Tonight just got even better.

Thankful for the condom in my wallet, I suit up and press close to this beautiful woman, who seems to spark with light as I touch her. A few minutes later when I push into her and she claws the shit out of my back, the only thought registering in my brain is I can’t get enough of this girl.

A
breathy sigh
wakes me up. When I open my eyes, it’s still dark outside. I want to check the time, but a gorgeous woman is draped around me.

Maddie’s head rests on my chest, her arm wrapped across my waist, her leg thrown over mine. The sheet rests just above her hips, and I take a moment to appreciate how her perfect curves fit against me.

Reaching down, I drag the comforter up over her shoulders and she snuggles closer.

I’d be lying if I said having her here didn’t feel incredible. Maddie is every guy’s dream girl. Beautiful. Intelligent. Feisty as hell.

Guilt washes over me.

I’m not ready for anything serious, not when I have my first preseason game this weekend. And Maddie is definitely not a fuck-and-forget kind of girl.

I never should have done this, brought her to my bed. Last night happened too quickly. One minute we were flirting, and the next I was ripping clothes off her body.

Shit. I think I actually ripped clothes off this woman. The caveman in me is pretty pleased, but the sane part wonders how pissed she’ll be when she tries to get dressed in the morning.

I should’ve slowed down, but there’s something about Maddie that makes me want to push her to the edge. All those cold shoulders she threw my way this summer only increased my curiosity and attraction.

But fuck. I never hook up without talking about expectations. Because this can only be about having a good time. Nothing more. Not after Veronica nearly imploded both of our lives on her way out the door.

And now I feel like a dick for thinking that Maddie might want anything more. Had I brought it up, she probably would have laughed in my face and told me to make sure I didn’t choke on my ego.

Closing my eyes, I let myself enjoy what went down before I have to deal with the fallout.

Christ. I lost count of how many different ways we went at it. The best part? She looked just as unwound as I felt, digging her nails into my ass and moaning my name. I harden against her warm thigh as images of her lying across my desk flash in my head.

Fuck, no, Sloan. Don’t go there. Let the woman sleep.

Tilting my head, I catch a glimpse of the clock. I still have a couple of hours before I need to get up for practice.

Maddie sighs again, her pouty lips inches away, and I’m more than tempted to sweep my mouth against them even though I’ve been listing all the reasons tonight was a stupid idea.

But we should talk. Make sure we’re on the same page.

To be honest, I’d be surprised if she wants something serious. Not with how closed off she’s been.

Absentmindedly, I stroke her back, her soft skin soothing against my calloused palms. She smells sweet and floral, the faint scent of her perfume lingering. I bury my nose in her hair, unable to resist this connection, even though I’m worried it’s one I never should have made in the first place.

I
’ve been hit
by a car. Or beaten up by a mugger. Or mauled by a bear.

I jerk to sit up, but my sore body protests, and all I do is flail.

Why is my head pounding like it’s been backed over by a semi? Did I drink last night?

Every muscle cries out as I attempt to roll over. But I’m pinned down somehow. Probably by that bear.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I realign my expectations about how fast I can move. But I’m so hot. I’m usually freezing first thing in the morning. I want to kick off the covers, but that would require motion, which I’m not sure I’m up to right now.

Huffing out a breath, I finally peek through my crusty eyelashes to find one very muscular arm wrapped around my waist. That arm leads to one exquisitely defined torso. My eyes finally make it up a little higher until his sleeping face comes into view.

Daren.
Oh my God. I slept with Daren. And I’m still in his bed. Holy shit.

My heart thuds in my chest, which I will to still because I’m almost sure the blood roaring in my ears is loud enough to wake him.

Gingerly, I lift the sheet off my chest. Yup, still naked. Well, awesome. This isn’t awkward.

Through the narrow slit in my eyes, I can make out dark curtains in his room and the faint light of morning.

Shit. Shit! What time is it? I need to get to the studio.

I gently grab his hand and lift the tree log off my body before I roll out from under him. Nausea swirls in my stomach, a reminder of how much I drank last night.

Please don’t throw up all over this man’s bed.

Despite the pain pulsing throughout my sore body, I eventually end up in a wobbly crouch on the floor like a ninja. I glance down. Okay, a naked, half-drunk, wobbly ninja.

Where the ever-loving eff are my clothes? I lift the sheet, hoping to find my dress, but all I see is… Wow, Daren. Full frontal. Nice.

Get a grip, Maddie! Stop ogling the man while he’s sleeping, you creeper.

I tiptoe around the bed in a half crouch, trying to be quiet, which works until I step on a wrapper that crunches beneath my bare foot. Squinting, I try to make out the package. Trojan. Make that two packages.

I swallow.

Sex. We had lots and lots of sex last night.

Blurry images come rushing back to me. Of us making out on his pool table. Kissing against the door. Going down on him.

I smack my forehead. Oh, God. I basically begged to give him a blow job!
Well, I’m sure I’m not the first.
The thought makes me wince.

But I don’t have time to drown in my mortification. I need to get dressed and get the hell out of here before we have some painfully awkward morning-after conversation where he tells me this was a one-time thing, and I try not to sock him in the eyeball.

Why do men always assume girls are so needy? I am a modern woman. I am fully employed with health insurance and a retirement plan. I don’t need this man to feel good about myself. I will show myself the door, thank you very much.

Embracing my inner Beyoncé, I stand up straight. Except my stomach protests the motion, and I have to wrap my hand over my mouth to keep in the evil contents from last night. After a moment of being absolutely still, the nausea subsides.

I spot a stocking hanging over a lamp. And then my garters on the floor by the armoire.

My temple throbs, and I press a clammy palm to my forehead before I gather my trail of clothing.

Ducking into his office, I spot my dress and another stocking. Great. Almost there.

I’m halfway convinced I might walk out of here fully dressed when I spot my bra in two pieces on the floor.

Did the man actually rip that off my body? Holy hell. I’d be impressed if I didn’t have to walk out of here bra-less. I know I live next door, but seriously. A girl needs her bra. And that one wasn’t cheap.

The tattered fabric dangles off the tip of my finger, and I scowl. This is not how I wanted to start the day.