Penetrate (Alpha Athletes 3)

She closed her eyes. “I know. I told my brother.”

I raised one eyebrow higher than the other. “That’s a weird thing to tell your sibling.”

She shook her head. “Not like that. He was the reason I didn’t get the job. Well, you actually. He and Eric didn’t think I could handle you. And I called him out on it.”

I looked into her eyes. “And what do you think? Do you think you can handle me?”

I saw the look of determination. She chewed her bottom lip.

“I do.” She smiled.

Chapter Sixteen

Sierra

Everything after that was a blur. Somehow we ended up checking into a hotel. Pierce said he didn’t want everyone in the village to hear what we were going to do. I didn’t know what the difference was between hotel patrons or athletes, but I didn’t argue when he carried me over the threshold of the suite.

My heart beat rapidly. I knew what was coming next. I knew what the night had in store for me. I knew what Pierce was capable of.

He placed my feet on the floor at the foot of an enormous bed.

“Don’t move,” he ordered.

I stood still, my head rotating to follow him around the room. He turned on the radio and fiddled with the stations until he landed on something with a heavy Latin beat. Next, he dimmed the lights, and disappeared into the kitchen where I could hear glass clinking. He returned with two glasses of champagne.

“Take your clothes off.” He stood in front of me.

I quickly pulled my shirt off and shimmied out of my shorts. It was nice to wear something that wasn’t Italian for once. I faced him in my white lace trimmed panties and bra.

“Everything,” he growled.

I hooked my fingers under the lace and pushed the fabric down my thighs and stepped out of them. It only took one flick to unhook the bra. The straps fell off my shoulders and slid to the floor.

“Fuck, I can’t get over how gorgeous you are,” he whispered.

And he made me feel gorgeous. How he eyed me. How he worshipped my body. How he told me over and over how beautiful and sexy I was.

I reached for a glass of champagne.

“Oh no.” He shook his head. “I’m drinking this victory off your body and you’re doing the same thing.” He smiled wickedly.

“Holy shit,” I whispered.

He chuckled, holding the glasses. “Lie back on the bed, baby.”

I didn’t know what to do. There was a thrill of adrenaline that coursed through me, trying to figure him out.

I sat, scooting backward before my back hit the mattress and my hair splayed around me like a fan. Pierce placed one glass on the bedsid

e table next to me.

“That one is for you,” he explained. “This one was is for me.”

I inhaled sharply. I suddenly had a feeling I was getting ready to have a whole new relationship with champagne.

Pierce

I dunked a finger inside the glass the withdrew it, coating one of her nipples with a slow swirl. I leaned down to lick the bubbles from her tit. She arched her back toward me. She was such a fucking good girl at this.