Don't Tell (Don't 1)
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He laughed. “I’d rather not. I want you when I want you, and this is fucking inconvenient.”
“It’s not going to be convenient ever.” I realized this was going to be a disaster. We couldn’t have an actual relationship.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because you’re always going to be a Wrangler. And that means practice, games, and press events.”
“So?”
“So, I’m going back to the ballet and that means performances, traveling, and practices as well. We won’t ever be in the same city. Maybe we should agree that tonight is the last time.” I felt a lump in my throat.
“Hell, no. I don’t give up that easily.”
“It’s not giving up. It’s being practical, Sam. A ballerina and a football player? This isn’t a movie. It’s not going to work. The sex might be amazing, but what do we have when the sex is over?”
He sat forward. “That’s the part we figure out together.”
I didn’t expect that answer. “What?”
He ran his finger through the bowl of whipped cream and coated my nipples. They hardened under his touch.
“Sam… this isn’t going to solve our problem.”
But my head reeled back as his lips sealed over one nipple and sucked before clamping onto the other one, licking them clean of the whipped cream.
He reached for the bowl a second time, and slathered my entire breasts. I laid back on the sheets as he licked and sucked.
“Sam,” I whimpered.
“You feel it, don’t you?” He studied my eyes.
I nodded.
My breasts were sticky from the whipped cream, but my skin glowed with anticipation for what he’d do next.
“Then we’ll figure it out,” he explained. He hovered over me and I had a hard time imagining I could tell him no. But there was no logic to this. How could we possibly work?
“But…”
“Shh.” He pressed a finger to my lips. “You have to leave in an hour and I want to fuck you so you know there will be a next time.”
“I want a next time.”
“Me too.”
“Sam?”
“Hmm?”
His hands slid over my slit and I sighed. “That position earlier.”
“The one on your stomach?” He flicked over my clit and I jerked.
“Yes, that one.” I breathed. “I’d never tried it before.”
He pushed my knees to the side and settled over me. “It’s called the dragon, baby.”
Holy hell. I looked at the dragon emblazoned on his arm and wanted to ask the most obvious question, but I pulled him toward me as my legs fell open and he plunged deep inside me. I bowed off the bed.