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A lot.

Who knew I was into that? Not me, that was for sure.

TJ was so open to finding what worked for me, and that turned me on. For a guy known as a playboy, it surprised me he cared so much about his partner’s needs.

“Be a good girl and come all over my cock,” he ordered.

I whimpered and nodded.

He thrusted up inside of me hard and fast, and then I tumbled down inside myself as he brought me to the brink again. I screamed out his name while he pressed his cock inside me faster and faster while I came. Then he groaned beneath me, and I felt the final pulsing of his orgasm inside me.

I tried to catch my breath and gave him a smile. We were both sweaty, and our chests were heaving from the exertion. But I didn’t feel shame or dirty from the sex. Instead, I wanted to do it again. TJ nuzzled my breasts and kissed one, then the other, which made me laugh. I disentangled myself from him and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. When I came back to bed, TJ was lying on his back with his eyes closed. He looked so relaxed, and I loved that I did that.

His eyes popped open when I crawled back into bed, and he pulled me back onto his chest. “Are you hungry?” he asked.

I laughed and looked at the clock. It was one in the afternoon, and I hadn’t eaten since I had a protein bar this morning when I was attempting to go to work. “Yes, I’m starving. Let’s get something to eat.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

TJ

My girl was all smiles as she sat next to me at her kitchen table, shoveling a veggie burger into her face. I was shirtless because she had commandeered my t-shirt, and it fell to her mid-thighs like a dress. She had her legs stretched out on my lap, and I was absent-mindedly running my hand up one of them while I ate my burger. She had worked up an appetite after all the sex we had upstairs, and it was cute watching her shovel down food like a hockey player.

“You better stop rubbing my leg,” she warned.

I grinned. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, because I’m probably gonna pounce on you again.”

I barked out a laugh. “Did I unlock something in you today?”

She blushed, a sign of her uncertainty with sex. It was cute, but I saw how she looked when she was riding my dick earlier. Her lush lips had parted and her eyes closed in ecstasy as she took what she needed from me.

And Maxine liked dirty talk. That was a revelation I hadn’t expected. It was fucking hot. I wondered how long it would take me to convince her to try doggy-style.

I wanted to help her find out what she liked, to help her feel comfortable in the bedroom. This thing between us wasn’t just sex for me. I came to her house because my sister told me Max was having a hard time. That wasn’t something I’ve ever done with a hookup before. Rox’s words had been, ‘Go cuddle your girlfriend and make her feel better.’ To which I said, ‘She’s not my girlfriend,’ but my sister hung up on me instead. She’d be smug when I told her it was official.

I haven’t had a girlfriend since Natalie, and that was terrible. Nat was the reason I walled myself off and had casual hookup after casual hookup. It took Taylor leaving to figure that out. Max was shy and had some demons to battle, but she wouldn’t play games with my heart. When I held her in my arms today and breathed in the floral scent of her body wash, I knew I wanted more. Laying in bed with her made me feel like I was home.

Max poked me with her foot. “What are you thinking about?”

I smiled and stole one of her fries.

“Hey! I was eating that!” she protested.

“Too slow,” I said with a smirk, and finished my bite. I didn’t think Max understood yet how much hockey players needed to eat.

She smiled at me as I ‘helped’ her finish the rest of her fries. She then removed her feet from my lap and cleared the plates off the table. She tossed everything in the garbage, but when she came to sit back down, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into my lap, forcing her to straddle me.

I threaded my hands into her hair, and she wrapped hers around the back of my neck. I was already hard, and she probably felt it, since my dick was pressing against the zipper of my jeans, begging to be inside her again. She kissed me tentatively at first, and I let her set the pace until our tongues were tangling again and our hands were roaming. We would have fucked right there if the sound of someone clearing their throat didn’t pull us away.

Max’s pale face was red in embarrassment, but I smirked. It wasn’t the first time I’d been caught in a compromising position. But for Max, this sort of stuff was difficult, so I pressed a reassuring kiss to her temple before glancing at her roommate, Keiana.

Keiana wasn’t in scrubs like the last time I saw her. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, but she looked tired. She slammed down a comically large box of condoms on the kitchen table. “Here, you two need this. But don’t fuck in my kitchen!”

Max buried her head in the crook of my neck and repositioned herself so she was sitting on my lap as opposed to straddling me like she was about to mount me. Keiana and I shared a conspiratorial look and laughed. Max buried her head further into my neck, which wasn’t helping my downstairs situation.

Max finally lifted her head from my neck. “There’s a burger in the fridge for you,” she said to her roommate.