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“You’re welcome. Any hot strangers on the plane?”
He plays with my nipples, which harden despite the heat. His touch sends pleasure shimmering along my nerve endings.
“What would you say if I said yes?”
He pinches one of my breasts hard enough to make me gasp.
Clay spins me, lifting me. I wrap my arms greedily around his tattooed neck.
“I’d remind you that you’re mine.”
Normally, he’s more relaxed after practice, but today, he’s wound tight as he sets me on the windowsill. The yard behind me is lined with hedges, separating it from the street beyond.
He leans a hand on either side of me. In this position he’s still a foot taller. The swirls of black ink along his arms and neck twine together as he flexes.
“Nothing has to change here,” I murmur. “It can be exactly like it was in Denver.”
“It won’t be anything like Denver,” he replies. "The city. The team.”
I sigh. “Not even you and me?”
Clay rests his forehead against mine.
“Sure, there are no mountains or snow. But what if different is good?” I suggest, and his gaze narrows. “If LA is hotter than Denver, maybe LA Clay and Nova are too.”
His mouth twitches. “Hotter, huh?”
“Mhmm.” My gaze drags down to his gray sweatpants, the bulge that seems to swell with every second. I grasp on to the windowsill. “What’s the hottest thing I could do right now?”
Clay ghosts his lips over my ear, his voice borderline feral.
“Take me out,” he rumbles.
I’m breathless with anticipation as I reach for the waistband of his pants, feel the silken head of his huge cock.
I want him to like the house, but right now, I want him.
“Now what?” I ask, all innocence as I run my hands around the girth of him.
Clay’s breath is shallow. “Suck.”
He’s so wide, and while I’ve played with him lots, I’ve barely been able to get my lips around him, not to mention give him an actual blowjob.
He’s never seemed to care.
Now, more than anything, I want to make him feel good.
I bend forward, my tongue darting out to lick the underside.
His muscles tighten, and his low growl rumbles through me. “Fuck yes.”
The words spur me on. It’s a challenge, and I seem to like those lately. The muscles in my jaw ache as I work him in my mouth with both hands.
It’s awkward.
It’s also beyond sexy.
The pressure of him against my tongue has saliva coating his shaft. I start to move up and down, my fingers barely encircling him.
