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“It tastes soooo good,” I purred before licking the bottle’s rim.

“Verydian, you can’t do shit like that and think I’m gonna let you walk away. This is the kind of shit that makes you a WAG.”

I laughed and sat in the corner of the six-person hot tub.

“Is that what this is really all about? Did you jump on Sugar Rush hoping it was the sugar baby to wife pipeline?”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“It wasn’t my intention, but I do want to settle down eventually. Did you mean what you said to Benchwarmer about not dating an NHL player?”

My lips wriggled as I attempted to hold back my laughter.

He’s definitely fishing.

“I said I wouldn’t date a rookie,” I corrected. “He’s young, and all that money and fame will go straight to his head. That ‘I’m coming to you as a woman’ DM would be sitting in my inbox before the ink dried on his contract.”

“You ain’t never lied,” Hart mumbled. “Open,” he demanded, offering me the first sip of champagne.

I reclined my head back and opened my mouth. The drizzle of champagne barely caressed my tongue when Hart chased it with his tongue. I moaned into the dominating kiss when his nimble fingers found my clit beneath the water. My legs clamped around his wrist, hoping it would be enough to stave off my fast-approaching orgasm, but Hart wasn’t having it.

He picked me up and dropped me on the hot tub’s edge. He placed his hands on my knees and wrenched my legs open. My head fell back, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head when he started eating me out.

“Fuck yeah,” I said breathlessly as my fingers tangled in his damp hair. “Mhm—get all that.” My mouth dropped as I watched him please me, and when he stuck his tongue out like a gentleman, I repeatedly bumped my pussy against his mouth and nose until I came.

“I can do this for hours,” Hart mumbled into my inner thigh, where he left a harsh nip that brought me out of my post-orgasm bliss.

“You only have two hours and forty minutes,” I reminded him, stroking his face with my fingertips.

“I’ll take what I can get.”

“Don’t be selfish, Sweet Hart. It’s my turn now.”

Eagerly, we switched positions, and I was nose-to-pelvis in the blink of an eye.

“Oh, Sugar. Oh, fuck. You gotta warn me before you—”

Fuck him. He knew this was coming.

I slowly eased nine fat inches out of my throat, but kept my lips wrapped around the bulbous head. I suckled on the tip and enjoyed the warmth that pooled on my tongue. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft and twisted up and down the tall column of dick while I stretched my mouth over him. I hollowed my cheeks and slurped him noisily, just how he liked it. Hart tapped on my shoulder a few times, and I frowned.

Damn. Already?

I yanked him out of my mouth and jerked him off until cum spurted from his dick and dribbled down the veins. Like the champagne bottle, I licked up every drop, ending with a satisfied hum and smile.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself,” Hart chastised, chest still heaving from excitement. “I just had to get that nut out of the way.”

I took another swig from the champagne bottle and pointed a finger at him. “I can’t do a one-minute man.”

“That’s it. I’m spanking that ass,” Hart said resolutely.

I vaulted out of the hot tub and ran towards his bedroom with him hot on my heels. I screeched when he snatched me up and body-slammed me onto the bed. My surprised cry turned into giggles when he straddled me and kissed along my jaw and neck.

“Two hours and thirty minutes,” I announced.

My mouth dropped when I was flipped onto my stomach and the first smack landed on my ass. I probably shouldn’t have talked shit to the man with a five-hour flight ahead of me.

Thank God he put me in first class. I’ll need the extra padding once he’s done with me.