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Back in his arms, the condom in place between us, Gunnar rolled me onto my back. He stroked my hair and looked me in the eyes. “How do you want it, Everleigh?”
“What do you mean?”
“If it can only happen this once, do you want it rough and hard, or sweet and slow?”
I wanted it all of those ways. “How about all of the above? If you’re up for it.” Wrapping my hand around his shaft, it was easy to slip into our banter, the thing that had drawn me to him in the first place. “If tonight is our only night, we might have to fit it all in.”
His eyes glinted in the dim light coming from the bathroom. He leaned over to the nightstand and clicked on the light. “I want to see your face every time you come tonight.”
He flipped me over once again and those strong hands that I’d watched shoot slap shot after slap shot in practice, gripped my hips and he pushed into me. I gasped. Clearly we weren’t starting with sweet and slow. I arched my back and pulled out the clip from my hair, shaking it free. “If you’re going to fuck me hard, Lockwood, you’d better pull my hair.”
He didn’t have to reply. With one hand, he fisted my hair and pulled my head back, while slipping his other hand around my hips. His fingers quickly found the most sensitive part of my body. I was expecting the tempo to increase, our bodies slapping with each powerful thrust, but his fingers did most of the work, and the sound of his grunts each time he entered me had me screaming out with the best orgasm of my life. My legs were shaking, and just before I collapsed from the intensity of the orgasm that rolled through my body, Gunnar released my hair and grabbed onto both of my hips, letting out a guttural moan, his cock twitching inside of me. Somehow Gunnar Lockwood had managed to combine sweet and slow with hard, and it was delicious.
He saved fast and rough for the next condom, and I didn’t think it was possible, but the best orgasm I’d ever had was quickly outdone.
Gunnar fell beside me onto his back, both of us panting. “You make the most beautiful face when you’re coming.” Gunnar slid his hand across my jaw and kissed me.
“You’re…” I wanted to tell him he was the best I’d ever had.
He raised his eyebrows. “I’m what?”
The best I’ve ever had. I finished the sentence inside my head. “You’re going to have to leave now.”
The hurt in his eyes made my heart ache. “I mean, you’ve got an early practice tomorrow. You would just have to wake up crazy early if you stayed here.”
It was too late. Gunnar was already out of the bed and pulling on his pants. “I can take the hint. I see you got what you wanted.”
It was stupid, and I shouldn’t have done it. But I slid into my silk robe and grabbed my phone. “Gunnar. Wait.” I held up my index finger, hoping it would stop him from getting fully dressed.
My assistant answered on the fourth ring. “Hello?” Greg’s voice was groggy on the other end of the line. “Call the coach and tell him that practice is canceled tomorrow morning.”
There was a pause. My assistant had clearly been in a deep sleep. “Canceled?”
“There’s some maintenance work happening at the stadium. Tell the team they’ve got the day off.”
“Okay, Miss King.” There was a shuffling as my assistant got out of bed and I could hear him shuffling some papers. “I’ll send out the email right away and will call the coaches first thing in the morning.”
“Perfect. Thank you.” I dropped the phone on the dresser. “You’ve got the day off. It’s time to get back into that bed.”
“Everleigh.” He shook his head. “I take orders from you in other parts of my life.” He pointed to the bed. “And maybe there. But if this is just a one night thing, maybe it’s better if I leave now.”
The boss babe thing that had worked so well for me in other areas of my life had just backfired. I sat on the end of the bed, sinking into the duvet. “I don’t want you to leave.” My voice was quiet, and to my ears, didn’t sound like mine. The girl that was speaking didn’t sound like a top executive – she sounded vulnerable.
Gunnar’s eyes softened and he reached out his hand to hold mine. He seemed to be thinking. He whispered, “Just until morning,” and the two of us undressed and slipped back under the covers together. With just six or seven more hours together, I settled into his arms and let him hold me – all night long, dreading the sunrise.
EIGHT
GUNNAR
Everleigh rolledinto me and I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her in tightly. In the predawn light peeking through the curtains, she looked innocent and sweet. Her lips were parted, and I wondered if my deodorant had held up over the night as she nestled into my armpit. As if she read my mind, her lips turned into a smile and she nuzzled even closer.
Her hair was spread across my chest and I didn’t want to move her, but there was at least one strand caught in my mouth. Moving to brush them away would interrupt her sleep, and morning meant the end. I wanted to prolong every second she was in my arms.
Yes, we had made a mistake. But if it was such a bad thing to do, why had it felt so good – so right? As long as no one knew about it, neither of us would lose our jobs. All I had to do was get out of her place without being seen, and I wasn’t too worried about that.
I tried to blow the strands out of my mouth, but they just waved and tickled my lips even more. I gave a more forceful blow which worked, but Everleigh stirred in my arms.
“Did you just blow on me?” She rolled onto her stomach, propping her chin on her hands that were folded on my chest. Then she shot me a sly smile. “You know that’s not how a blow job works, right?”
