Page 69 of Player For Hire

No.

Just the moment. The excitement.

It was Colder.

I reached up for purchase on the steel shelving unit, praying it was bolted to the wall because holy shit. I bowed up, my back arching as he sucked so strongly onto my clit that my whole body throbbed. Then he released it and it was as if he’d flipped a switch inside me.

I came so fast I didn’t know what hit me.

But then it was his fingers chasing the spasms as he finger-fucked me with two, then three fingers until I was a single swollen beat of release.

I must have shouted because he stood and covered my mouth with his. “Shh, baby. Don’t bring us company.”

I didn’t have words to reply. It was too much, too fast, but I wanted more. I reached between us and jerked at the button of his jeans.

“Want me inside you now? Want me to fuck you, sweet Naomi?”

“Yes.”

“It’s gonna be hard. So hard and fast.”

“Yes, yes.” I dropped my head back for a second as I dragged in a breath. “More. Yes.”

His face was all angles and shadows and silvery blue eyes as the crinkle of a condom dented my euphoria. Then the rhythmic staccato of a brutal thrust again and again. I transferred my hold from the shelves to his shoulders and folded myself around him. My ballet flat dropped off my foot as I pulled my leg out of the stretchy yoga pants.

I needed to be tighter around him.

I needed him closer.

I wrapped my leg around his waist and the angle was even deeper. I was up on my toes of my other foot and every muscle burned, but I didn’t want to stop.

Couldn’t.

We were lost to the rattling, punishing pleasure. Sweat slicked his shoulders and neck as he bore down on me as if he wanted to climb inside me too.

“Fuck.” His voice was little more than a growl. “Fuck, so good. So good.”

My nails dug into his shoulders. My breath backed up in my lungs as my muscles locked and black dots formed at my periphery. Too much, but not enough—I couldn’t go over.

Then he bent his knees and thrust up at a better angle and I blew past the plateau to a shimmering orgasm that was like a black wave. There was only my breath and his breath, only my body and his body.

I gave into it.

I didn’t really have a choice.

My fingers slid up to cup the back of his head as we held onto each other. I felt the jerk of his hips and the guttural groan as he followed me over.

Distantly, I heard Callahan’s voice calling for the next round.

Colder pulled out of me.

“Seven minutes are over.”

I sagged against the shelves. “Colder…”

“No. We’re done, lesson over.”

“Colder, wait.”