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

I press my index finger to my lips and pretend to think over his question. “Can I have both?”

He laughs. “You can have whatever you want.”

In one swift motion, he flips me over and onto my back, making room for himself between my legs. He nods at the phone on the bedside table.

“Call room service. Order one of everything on the breakfast menu.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Everything?”

“Yeah. Just do it.” He clutches my thighs in both of his big hands, his mouth dangerously close to my aching clit. “Call now, Bri.”

“While you’re doing this?” I barely choke out.

“Yes,” he says with an evil grin on his lips. And then he rolls his tongue over my sensitive skin.

“Julian,” I groan.

“Do it now,” he growls.

His breath on my skin sends a rush of heat up my thighs.

“You’re such a bad boy.”

He winks from between my legs and continues to eat me like I’m his breakfast.

With my heart hammering against my chest and my pulse pounding, I reach over and hit the Room Service button on the phone. I feel like I’m about to spontaneously combust by the time a woman answers on the other end.

“Hi, I’d like one of everything on your… Oh, God… Yes… Um, I mean. On your breakfast menu.”

Julian laughs against my wet, swollen skin, making it harder for me to keep my shit together. He doesn’t stop exploring my body. As I confirm the room number with the poor woman on the phone, he slips his tongue between my folds, ripping a scream from my lips as I slam the phone down.

“I’m going to…” I start to yell until my head falls back and a ripple of intense pleasure washes over me.

“You were saying,” he says, and then gives me a few more tentative licks.

“I’m going to kill you,” I finish but not without panting the words.

“Uh-huh,” he says, and each time he speaks against my skin it takes me closer to the edge.

“Julian,” I moan, taking his black hair in my hands, gripping it so tight his tongue slides further inside me. “Oh, my God,” I scream. “Mmm…” My toes curl, the pressure within me wound so tight, I feel like I could snap in half if I don’t find my release.

Seconds later, I come undone. Heat courses through my veins, sending a brush of fire throughout my body. My hold on Julian’s hair intensifies as I ride out my orgasm, and when he tries to move, I maintain my death grip on him, my thighs holding him like a vise. Once my body stops trembling, I lean my head back against the stack of pillows.

“Damn, girl,” he says, his lips glistening with my juices. “That was an all-star performance.”

He laughs, teasing my wetness with the tip of his cock. Chills roll down my arms from his torturous movements, and before I can tell him just to fuck me already, he leans over to grab a condom from the nightstand. He doesn’t waste another second and slams into me so hard and fast I don’t have time to prepare for his size. A hiss escapes his lips as he moves his hips, sliding deeper and deeper inside me. Biting my bottom lip, I stare into his emerald irises that are so bright I can’t stop looking at them.

He cups the side of my face, stroking my skin with his thumb. “I love you, Briana. I always have and I always will.”

His words tug at my heart, producing an aching in my chest I haven’t felt in years. Before I can answer, he presses his lips to mine and slips his tongue into my mouth. He kisses me softly this time, slowing down his pace so that our movements match. Our bodies work in unison, our thrusts meeting the others. Julian kisses me like he means every word. Like he needs my last breath to survive.

We kiss until we both find our release, our lips finally separating. Out of breath, we look at each other for a long minute.

“I love you, too,” I whisper. “I never stopped.”

Julian smiles in response.

He kisses me until room service arrives with more trays than I can count. We sit at the dining table surrounded by dozens of plates. The entire breakfast menu included everything from scrambled eggs and Western omelets to Belgian waffles and heaping plates of pancakes and breakfast meats. We have carafes of coffee, hot water for tea, orange juice, apple juice, and milk. This still feels like a dream. Girls like me don’t end up with guys like Julian Rivers. He’s too good to be true. All of this is like a fairy tale. I’m afraid if I close my eyes I’ll wake up in my dorm room and all of this will have been a dream.