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She jerks beneath me.

"Shh," I whisper, soothing her. "Just relax. I'll take good care of you."

"That's what I'm afraid of!" she cries.

I chuckle and then flick my tongue out to touch her clit.

"Goddamn," I growl, caught between fury and outrage. I should have been licking this little thing months ago. Had I known she tasted like this, I would have been. Fuck John and his rules. Fuck everything.

"Theo," she moans. "Oh my gosh. Do that again."

I do, of course. Hell yeah, I do. I lift her toward my mouth and eat her right. I'm rude about it, making a mess of my face and her pretty pussy. If you don't wreck a pussy that tastes this good, are you even eating it right? No.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she cries, rocking her hips against my face. "What are you…? How are you…? What is…? Oh my god, Theo!"

The fact that she's babbling nonsense makes me feel like a god. I lap at her pussy, licking up every bit of cream she makes for me. I already know I'm going to need to do this again soon because if I lose her taste, I'm going to be pissed about it. She's the best little treat I've ever had.

I press my tongue against her little hole, fighting to get it inside her, to taste that cherry on the tip of it. Even though she's dripping, she's tight as hell. I growl and yank her closer, dragging her halfway down the bed. Goddamn, she's tight. And wet. And hot. And mine.

I fuck her with my tongue and play with her clit at the same time, trying to get her there before I lose my damn mind. It's close. Real close. But when I jiggle her clit with my thumb, her body locks up.

"Theo!" she wails into the room as she comes in a flood of sticky, sweet cream. Her body convulses on the bed, bucking so hard, I'm a little worried she's going to pass out or hurt herself. Idon't stop though. Not until she's limp and whimpering beneath me.

My heart pounds, adrenaline coursing through me in waves as I ease her hips back down to the bed. If my head hurts, I don't feel it. One look at her plastered to my bed, her skin flushed and her chest rising and falling as she sucks air into her starving lungs, all I feel is pride. I've taken more winning shots than most players in the league. I've won more games than most, even brought home the Cup. But nothing—fuckingnothing—compares to knowing I satisfied Charlotte.

"Theo," she whispers, a fuzzy smile on her face. She lifts one hand, searching for me.

I slide mine into hers, threading our fingers together.

"You were wrong earlier," she mumbles, already on the edge of sleep.

"Yeah?" I smile as I scoot her back up the bed, holding her close to my heart. "What was I wrong about?"

"I don't dislike you," she sighs. "I avoid you because I love you."

I freeze, looking down at her. She's in love with me? What the fuck? What does she mean, she avoids me because she loves me?

I don't get a chance to ask her.

She's already asleep, a sweet smile on her face.

"Where are my clothes?"Charlotte hisses, rolling away from me. The bed dips as she sits up on the side of it, mumbling under her breath.

Even half asleep, I smile like a crazy person. I could get used to waking up to her rambling

"He made you pass out," she mumbles to herself. "That wicked mouth did wicked things, and you passed out naked in his bed." She huffs. "I need clothes and toothpaste. And Jesus. I definitely need Jesus."

"Why do you need Jesus?" I ask.

"Ahh!" she screams.

I peel an eye open to see her standing beside the bed with my pillow clutched to her chest like she's trying to hide behind it. Unfortunately for me, it's doing a good job covering her. All I see are the tops of her breasts and her knees. Even that's enough to have my dick tenting the sheet.

"You can't do that!" she says, glaring at me.

"Do what?" I roll my head to the side, exhaling when it doesn't immediately start pounding. It woke me up a few times last night, felt like my brain was bashing itself into my skull at warp speed. I managed to crawl out of bed to find some Tylenol. Charlotte didn't even budge.

I'm beyond pissed she spent the night before last in her car. Anything could have happened to her. Nashville is a big city, with plenty of fucked up people living in it. If anything happens to this girl, I will lose my mind.

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