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The notion of marking him makes my core throb with new and painful awareness. It’s a primitive need I’ve never experienced before. I’ve caught sight of other people with hickeys and thought it was gross and childish.

Only now do I get it.

I lick and nip my way up to his chin before sinking my teeth into the stubborn point, and then my lips are settling on his. When he opens, I slip inside so that our tongues can tangle.

His hands slide from my hips around to my back before crushing me against his hard chest.

“Juliette,” he groans. “I’m not kidding. You need to stop right now.”

Doesn’t he realize that it’s much too late for that?

The desperation filling his voice only spurs me on.

The harder I grind, the more sensation gathers in my core until there’s nowhere left for it to go. Like an impending storm on the verge of a torrential downpour, dissipating and turning into nothingness is no longer an option. Maybe it never was. My muscles tighten as my tongue continues to dance with his.

That’s all it takes for me to detonate. My pussy convulses as I moan out my release.

“Fuck.”

And then, he’s doing the same.

Air hisses from between his lips as he grinds against me. His jean-covered cock is at the perfect angle to bump my clit. Sensation bursts within me like fireworks, lighting me up from the inside out in a powerful symphony of explosions.

It takes a minute or so before I slowly float back to earth. Barely am I able to crack open my eyelids and meet his heavy-lidded gaze. There’s a look in his eyes that I’ve never seen before, and I’m not entirely sure what it means.

My sweater is still shoved above my chest and my nipples are peaked from the cool air of the truck. I shift and tug the material over my breasts before glancing around.

How could I have forgotten that we’re in the lot outside my building?

Have I totally lost my mind?

It’s a relief to find the parking lot empty. Even though Ryder’s windows are tinted, making it difficult to see inside the vehicle, it would be embarrassing to be caught in such a compromising situation.

Especially if one of his teammates found us together.

There’s no way my brother wouldn’t hear about it.

Ryder’s hands are still splayed against my back, pressing me close.

Embarrassed by the force of my own arousal, I clear my throat and attempt to crack a joke. “Should I cross orgasm off the list?”

His gaze drops to my lips for just a moment before slanting upward again. “You’ll cross that one off when I’m buried deep inside your pussy.”

Even though I realized what would happen between us when I agreed to his assistance, hearing him say it so boldly has my belly hollowing out with an unexpected burst of nerves.

It also makes me realize just how much I’m looking forward to number six.

CHAPTER20

RYDER

The puck bounces with ease between the blade of my stick as the edge of my skate cuts into the ice. There’s nothing like being in the arena bright and early in the morning. There’s a snap to the air that invigorates my lungs. It’s always been one of my favorite things. The best way to start a day. I can let my mind wander as instinct takes over.

No surprise who it meanders to.

Juliette.

And the way she’d ground against my dick.

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