Most Desirable Player (Face-Off Legacy/Campus Kings 7)

“Fine. I’ve never worked anywhere other than the country club. And that was only for one summer before my dad told me I sucked at golf and should find another sport that I’m good at.”

“How about hockey? Can you do that for a living? You’re good at it.”

“Not compared to some of my teammates who are all trying to get a spot on an NHL team.”

“You’re smart, Julian. You’ll have a college degree in a few weeks. It’s not like you have to work in a coffee shop.”

“Well, maybe I want to work in a coffee shop.”

She turns red from laughing so hard. “Right. You wouldn’t last a second working with me. I’m used to dealing with rich snobs who want their fancy coffees brewed at the perfect temperature, but you’re not used to being on the other side of it.”

“I’m not a snob,” I challenge. “I can and will work at Broad Street Beans with you.”

“Okay,” she laughs. “If you say so.”

And then, my lips are on hers, my tongue slipping into her mouth. Rolling onto my back, I move Briana on top of me, sliding her shirt up as she wiggles on my lap.

“Take this off,” I order, impatient and needing her naked and riding my hard cock.

She strips off her shirt and bra, intentionally shaking her big tits in my face. I cup both of them in my hands, sitting up to shove my face between them, kissing, sucking, and licking until she’s moaning in my ear.

“Julian,” she breathes. “Stop messing around. I want you inside me. Now!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Don’t ma’am me.” She playfully smacks my arm and slides off my lap to take off the rest of her clothes.

“So bossy,” I tease.

A smile stretches across her beautiful face, and I wink.

Memorizing every curve of her delicious body, I lean back on my elbows and watch as she undresses. She bites her lip as she approaches me, slipping between my legs to pop the button of my jeans. Seconds later, my clothes join hers on the floor, and she climbs onto my lap, straddling my thighs with hers.

We both groan when she shoves my cock inside her, taking every inch of me painfully slow.

“Fuck,” I grunt, closing my eyes as she moves again.

My hands fall to her hips, and my thrusts match hers, our bodies so perfectly in sync with the other.

“Thank you for choosing me,” I whisper.

She bends forward, her breath warming my lips. “Always.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Briana

Midway through my shift at Broad Street Beans, Julian strolls through the front door dressed in the same hunter green shirt I’m wearing. He’s glowing with delight as he enters the cafe. One of his signature smirks is plastered on his face.

“What are you up to?” I say.

“What does it look like?” He points at his shirt. “I’m working today.”

I shake my head. “Oh, no, you’re not.”

“Oh, yes, I am,” he challenges. Julian waves to Carla, the general manager, and she ushers him behind the bar.

That little shit. When did he get a job here? I thought he was joking about working at a coffee shop.