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My core clenches at the sight of the scratches running up and down his muscular back and firm ass. Heat rushes through me at the memory of how they got there. Shower time with my husband is the best part of waking up.
"We have to stop meeting like this, Bossy." I lean back against the door, smirking when he wheels around to face me. "Someone might start thinking you're getting ejected from games on purpose."
We both know that isn't true. We met a year ago when he was ejected from a game. Until tonight, he hasn't been ejected since, but I can't resist teasing him since he's in the same predicament now. Booted out, cranky, and naked in the locker room.
His thunderous expression fades as his gaze rolls over me, anger turning to lust. "Yeah? Maybe that's exactly why I got ejected," he growls, stomping toward me. "Maybe I was waiting for a nosy little reporter to show up so I could have my way with her."
"Oh, really? What's stopping you then?"
He walks right up to me, his hard cock leading the way. He doesn't stop until he's pressed up against me, his dick prodding my belly. His lips land against my ear as he wraps his hands around my waist. "Not a fucking thing, Trouble." His teeth close around the shell of my ear.
I moan, my head thumping against the door.
He releases my ear, kissing a trail down my throat. His hands rove across my body, turning every inch of me to trembling, aching need. Good lord, I don't think I'll ever get used to how much I crave this bossy hockey player and his touch.
"Colter," I groan, already desperate to feel him inside me. We both know that's why I really came back here. To let him fuck me up against the wall. It's what we both wanted to do that very first day, but I didn't let it happen then. When history repeats itself, you take the shots you were too afraid to take the first time around.
I'm not afraid anymore. Colter Bayliss owns me, body and soul.
He slips his hands beneath my shirt. One quests north, seeking my breasts. The other heads south, dipping into my pants. He finds both points of bliss at the same time. His fingers close around my right nipple, pinching the hard bud. He plunges his other hand into my panties, grinding his palm against me.
I grip his shoulders, moaning loudly. The security guard probably hears me. I don't care.
"That's it, Trouble," my husband growls, using his whole hand to get me off. He's rough and needy, still wound up from the game. I love him when he's like this—wild and aggressive and fucking hot. He pinches my nipple again, harder this time. "Keep moaning like that so everyone hears what I'm doing to you in here. You're wearing my ring now. That means I can do whatever the fuck I want."
"Y-you're wearing mine too," I gasp.
"Mmhmm. So fucking come already so you can ride my cock right here, Leia. We both know that's why you're here." He claims my mouth in a scorching kiss, stealing my breath. He doesn't stop what he's doing to me, either. He's everywhere at the same time—my mouth, my breast, my pussy. He's an electric storm crackling against my skin, threatening to consume us both in a fiery nimbus.
I claw his shoulders, adding fresh marks to those I left behind this morning. Always, I'm leaving my marks on him. I can't help it. When he's touching me, I lose my mind. It's his fault. He does this to me.
"Get your pants off," he orders me. "Now."
I hesitate, too lost in pleasure to immediately obey. My hesitation costs me. He rips his hand out of my panties to do the work himself. I cry out, wanting him back. He drags my pants down my legs, leaving them at my knees. I can part them just enough to allow him to tear my panties away from my body.
He spins me around, bending me forward. His hand comes down on my ass in a hard smack. I shout again when he thrusts his hand between my legs again. I'm trapped between him and the door. Trapped by my pants around my knees. He uses my position to his advantage, pushing two fingers inside me. His thumb rides against my clit.
"Fuck yourself on my fingers, Trouble," he demands, his free hand running all over my ass. "Let me see how bad you want my cock."
I rock back against him, eager to obey. Eager to please. Eager to come. God, I need to come.
He doesn't let me. As soon as I get close, he pulls his hand away.
"Colter!" I sob. "Please!"
"Please, what, Leia?"
"Please let me come," I plead with him. "Please."
"Mmm. No." He drops to his knees, yanking me down on his mouth. His tongue swirls through my folds. He eats me like a starving man, attacking my pussy over and over with his lips and tongue. But he never lets me get used to one sensation before he moves to doing something else. It's maddening. Pleasure builds to a fever pitch, coursing through my veins like lava.
He still doesn't let me come.
As soon as my inner muscles start fluttering around his tongue, he growls and rises to his feet.
"I swear to God if you don't let me co—Oh!" I shout as he drives his cock inside me in one powerful thrust. He's so deep. So hard. I try to spread my legs to give him more room, but I can't. I can't move at all. All I can do is take what he gives me.
"Look at you," he growls, playing with my asshole. I swear, he does it just to drive me crazy. Or maybe he does it because that little hole drives him crazy. I don't know. But he can't ever keep his hands off it. He's taken me there so many times over the last year. It belongs to him just as much as the rest of me. He knows it. He loves it. So do I. "Do you have any idea how good you look with my cock buried inside that perfect little fuckhole?"
