“I’m going to finger this tight ass of yours and you’re going to come now,” he murmurs beneath me.

I’m terrified. It’ll hurt and I’ll have to offend him and tell him to pull out. Then there’ll be this awkward feeling between us and I’ll feel like a failure for not being an ass girl.

His tongue circles my clit in the same motion. The more he spreads my lips, the more exposed my pussy is to his mouth. I begin to rock again, laying my palms flat on the wall as he eats me like I’m his last meal on earth.

The fire in my belly stirs, and when all of my skin ignites and there’s

no way to escape from him but to spiral out of control, he slides his finger in and out of my ass in sync with my body.

I don’t expect the raw pleasure. My body continues on this high from him worshipping me this way. I want to scream at the top of my lungs, making the whole world see that this sexy man beneath me is the only one to have ever made my body react this way. I didn’t want to stop, ever. I want all of him now, and for the rest of my life to take me however he wants.

I want him to own me.

I want to own him.

I need his jealousy to drive him to the brink of insanity and take that out on me however he desires. I want to do all the things my body doesn’t know it craves.

I want only him.

My body loses all self-control, collapsing on top of him as I use the little energy I have left to lay beside him. The sound of my heart beating is obnoxiously loud and does nothing to control my breathing.

“You’re beautiful when you come for me.”

“How would you know?” I struggle to say. “I practically smothered you to death.”

He props himself up on his elbow, sweeping my hair away from my face. Lowering his head, he kisses the tip of my nipple causing me to shiver in delight.

“You’re not helping me right now,” I beg him to stop because I’m greedy and hungry for more.

“I’m sorry,” he responds playfully. “So, the deal is if I win the game tomorrow, I get to do whatever I want to you?”

My chest begins to rise and fall, overcome by laughter. “When did I say that?”

“It was right before you came... something along the lines of you can do anything you want to me.”

“I don’t recall that.”

“To be fair…” he says with concern, “… you weren’t held to ransom. I could have easily stopped.”

“You’re a pain in the ass.” I grin, messing his hair with my hand to annoy him.

Why does he have to be so beautiful, grinning back at me like a fool?

“I’d like to be a pain in your ass. You seem to enjoy it.”

I pull the sheet to cover my body, despite the hot flashes from our current choice of topic. I shouldn’t be embarrassed to talk about it, and maybe after that small trial run I could be open to more.

My hands move around the bed, searching for my shirt. I place it on along with my panties that magically disappeared. Despite my reluctance to leave I know he needs his sleep. “I have to go. I don’t want Ash waking up and finding me here. He can’t know about us,” I remind him.

“I know, Emmy.” He sighs in agreement. “Go to the living room. I probably won’t see you till the day after. If it goes our way tomorrow, we’re out all night celebrating with the club. If it doesn’t go our way... then we’re screwed.”

“I wish I could come to the game but we have a filming schedule I can’t get out of.”

“With Wesley...” It’s a statement, not a question.

“Don’t do this, Logan.” I get out of bed standing beside him. “Focus on your game and not on what either of us can’t control.”

“We can’t control?” His eyes bore into me, a mixed look of confusion and denial. Sitting up in bed, his back against the headboard, he rests his hands on his lap waiting for me to respond.

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