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“Who said I was thinking about you?” I protested hotly, but a shameless groan killed the heat in my tone. Who was I kidding?
I rubbed faster, rising quicky. His hand moved between my nipples, tugging and rolling, making them ache. His cock was pressing into my back, and I arched into it, shamelessly grinding my ass on him. His hardness was turning me on. No, it wasn’t just the actual cock at my back, it was how much he wanted me. Knowing he was hard like that because ofmewas a headyfeeling. I had no idea I could affect a man so much, never mind Beckett.
“Are you going to come, sweetheart?” Beckett murmured against my temple, intimate and low, sending more heat rushing through me.
I nodded, losing my head in the pleasure that was rising inside me.
“You want to come on your hand, or you want me to roll you on your front, sink inside you, and fuck you?”
Then a sharp knock sounded at the door and shattered my impending orgasm, ruining it completely. I cried out with frustration.
“Who the fuck is that?” Beckett snarled and got out of bed.
I lay on the mattress and missed his solid warmth beside me immediately.
He wrenched open the door, uncaring about his near nakedness, or the huge hard-on tenting his boxers.
Marcus lounged in the doorway, an amused expression on his face. “I hate to interrupt, but you have guests, so I’d get decent as fast as you can,” Marcus said, and his eyes flickered over Beckett’s shoulder to me. I’d pulled the covers over myself, so only my head was visible. “Eve, you don’t need to get decent, you just stay as is…”
“Don’t look at her,” Beckett commanded, then pushed him back and shut the door in his face. “Fuck,” he muttered, raking a hand through his hair.
“What? Who is it?”
He looked at me with a seriously pissed off expression. “It’s my dad.”
I hung back while Beckett got dressed. He stared at me questioningly.
“Why aren’t you changing?”
“I should just stay in here,” I started.
“I’d like you to see him with me,” Beckett interrupted.
I gaped at him, unsure what the hell to make of his request.
“Please, Cinderella,” he continued.
I nodded.
I dressed at lightning speed and headed out of the bedroom after Beckett. I felt intimidated by Soren at the best of times, and this morning, I felt like I’d been caught red-handed doing something forbidden.
It wasn’t just Soren Anderson. It was Colette, too. I slid to a halt, unsure how I felt about seeing the woman who had lied to me.
Cayden and Marcus had been making small talk with Soren and Colette, and they retreated as soon as Beckett appeared.
“I waited to see you after the game,” Soren immediately accused.
I stood awkwardly beside Beckett as he faced down his father.
“I was busy. After the game is busy, you know that.”
“I know you could have made an effort to come and see me,” Soren cut him off curtly.
Yikes, this was uncomfortable.
Colette glanced between me and Beckett. “Maybe Eve could offer us some coffee?” Her tone implied that I was remiss in my hostess duties by not already doing it.
“Of course.” I jumped into action.
