Most Valuable Playboy

I look down to tear open the condom when I feel a hand on my shoulder. “Are you sure? The superstitions and all that stuff?”

I don’t know the answer, but I also don’t care. “I don’t care. You’re all I want.” I unzip my jeans, push them to my hips, and roll on the condom as she watches with wide, hungry eyes. My phone bleats again from the couch. “I don’t care who’s calling. I don’t care about anything else right now.”

“I don’t care about anything else, either,” she says, in a breathless rush, and I know we said we’d talk after the game, I know there are so many things to discuss, but I need this woman more than words.

I need her right now against the door.

God bless her high-heeled boots. All I have to do is bend my knees slightly and we line up. I rub the head of my cock against her sweet, hot pussy. She trembles, and I shudder. I’m not even inside her, and I’m shaking. I’m fucking shaking with desire.

She loops her arms around my neck, and I look into her eyes. I nearly tell her right now that I’m madly in love with her. I bite back the words, murmuring only a desperate “you’re so beautiful” as I grip the bottom of her thigh, hiking her leg up and over my hip.

A shuddering gasp is her response, and then I sink into her.

The most sensual oh I’ve ever heard falls on my ears. It sweeps over my whole body.

And I know. I just know. Nothing compares to this.

This is heaven.

I still myself before I’m all the way in, sensations rocketing inside me, but it’s more than just the physical. It’s the overwhelmingness of this moment. I’ve thought about this. I’ve imagined it. I’ve longed for it.

Now it’s here.

“Vi,” I whisper, and that one syllable comes out reverently.

“Oh God,” she whimpers, and her body goes softer in my arms, as if she’s falling into me. She’s paradise, so warm and tight, and she grips me so intensely I feel like I could come now. That’s not permissible, though, so I squeeze my eyes shut and count to three. I push in deeper, and she wraps her leg tighter around me. She whimpers as I nestle my cock all the way inside her. The sound she makes sends shockwaves through my blood.

I stroke into her, heat blasting through all my cells, sparks flying across my skin as I look at her, as I stare into those eyes that don’t stray from me, either. Nothing has ever felt like this. This good. This intense. This necessary.

With one hand holding her leg firmly, I raise my other hand to her face, and grip her chin.

She gasps, and it almost sounds like a cry. Like a wonderfully needy plea for me.

The world slows.

The city fades to a distant blur.

Time ceases to matter.

Her eyes stay locked with mine, and I swear, I fucking swear, she’s unmasked right now. I can see everything in her eyes. She looks at me like she feels all the same things I do. I see my emotions reflected as she holds on tight.

“Vi, baby. It’s never been like this.”

“I know.” Her voice sounds as if it’s breaking.

I thrust, and a shudder wracks my whole damn body. “Never.”

She swallows, keeping her gaze on me. She has to feel it, too. She has to know. She has to get it. This isn’t sex. This isn’t a wild fuck against my door. This is two people who are meant to be together.

I pull back, then push back in. I do it again, filling her all the way, and stilling myself inside her.

She bites down hard on her lip, and her back bows, her chest pressing against me. It’s the most seductive thing I’ve ever seen. Pleasure spikes in me as I move in her. As I stroke. As I fuck. As I watch her, my hand tight on her jaw, her eyes locked on me. At one point, I go so deep, she nearly screams, then her eyes float closed.

That won’t do. “Look at me,” I demand.

She squeezes her eyes then opens them. “I’m looking at you. I can’t stop looking at you.”

“Fuck, baby,” I mutter as I yank her closer, fucking her hard and deep. “Do you feel it?” I rasp out as I stroke into her.

She manages a desperate nod. “I feel it all.”

Her head falls back, her neck stretched long and inviting, her words landing on my ears.

So good.

So close.

More.

Deeper.

You.

Coming.

Oh God, I’m coming.

She trembles. Her shoulders shake, and she cries out in pleasure. That’s enough for me. I need nothing more. I’m there with her, my own orgasm insisting on appearing right fucking now as my thighs quake, and my balls tighten, and I come hard and deep inside her, filling the condom.

I groan for what feels like minutes. She does, too. We pant and moan, and come down from the highest high. My hand is still curved on her face, gripping her jaw, and when I let go, I realize I’ve held her so hard, I left fingerprints on her chin. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head. “No.” Her voice is like a feather. “It only feels good.”

Gently, I slide out of her and excuse myself for the bathroom. After I toss the condom, clean up, and zip my jeans, I return to the living room, but she’s not there. Her purse is gone, too, and my heart stops beating. Fear takes over, and I actually look out the bay window to see if she’s pulled off a dine and dash.

I spot her green car parked right outside, and another car pulls up in front of it.

Why the hell would I think she’s taken off? Maybe because we still haven’t talked. We still haven’t figured out what we’re doing.

Her heels click across my floor, and I turn around, my breath coming fast. “I thought you left.”

She narrows her eyes. “I’m not going to just take off without saying goodbye.”

“I know. I’m going crazy.”

She hooks her thumb in the direction of one of the bathrooms. “I was straightening up. I have an appointment. Remember?”

“Right, yeah.” I scrub my hand over my jaw, trying to make sense of the emotions steamrolling me. “Do you need to go now?”

She looks at her watch as she moves closer to me. “I should leave soon. I have a couple of up-dos for a Christmas party.”

I lean in and give her a kiss, lingering on her lips. “I have to go to the team hotel tonight.” We always stay at a hotel the night before a home game. It’s the team rule, so we don’t have to worry about spouses, girlfriends, sick kids, or cars that won’t start in the morning. “Let’s figure out a time to see—”

A wild knocking sounds on my door.

She arches a brow. I peer in the peephole. Just outside, Ford grins as if he’s won the lottery.





34





“Who’s the man?” Ford holds his arms out wide. His smile extends to Pluto and back.

“You’re the man?” I ask playfully, gallons of hope rising inside me. If he’s here, that means one thing. One awesome, amazing thing.

He claps me on both shoulders. “You. Are. The. Fucking. Man.”

Anticipation bursts in my chest. “And why am I the man?”

Ford stops and gives Violet a cheek kiss. “Hello, beautiful. Wherever are my manners? Good to see you.”