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The stretch burned, but it was good, a kind of ache I couldn’t resist. “That’s it,” he coaxed, kissing my throat as he moved his finger. “Take me in, pretty girl.” Another whimper escaped me as he added a second finger, stretching me further. My hands clawed at the sheets, my hips moving helplessly against him. “Relax,” he whispered, his thumb brushing my cheek as his fingers worked me open. “I’ve got you. I just need to make sure you’re ready.” I dug my nails into his back, dragging them down, and he hissed at the sting but never slowed. His mouth found mine again, swallowing my cries, and when he finally pulled his hand away, I was panting, my body trembling.

He followed with a shuddering groan, thrusting deep, his body locking against hers as the blaze consumed them both. For a long moment, the only sound was their heavy breathing. The locker room smelled like sweat and smoke and something dirtier now. He leaned against her back, his breath hot against her neck, his hand still wrapped around her hip as if claiming her silently. Then he pulled back slowly, leaving her flushed and unsteady. She turned to face him, chest heaving, lips swollen, hair sticking to her damp skin. He didn’t say anything. He just looked at her like a flame that hadn’t gone out yet.

Just on paper. So why did it hurt me so? Maybe because he’d kissed me so passionately I’d dared to think this could have been real. He was probably deep inside the woman I just caught him kissing, minutes after he slid a fucking ring on my finger. The ring burned, and instead of my prosthetic finger, I found myself twisting it in place in nervous jerks. Broken. Unlovable. Why did every single attempt at romance end up with me at the losing end? Embarrassed and betrayed, twice in a row, when I’d wanted nothing but companionship, at the very least.

The bbq how could I have forgotten that it was coming up, I honestly didn’t think it was happening this year because of Ricky’s injuries. “I don’t think it would be a good idea if I come. I don’t want to see your brother or his girlfriend” “They broke up” Ellie says. “The day after you slammed the door in his face. She was being to clingy and he hated it” “Oh”. I said. What did she think I would be happy they broke up. “I’ll think about it okay. I’m not making any promises” “Thank you” she says. We both dig into our and we enjoy our lunch god I have missed her.

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"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

She asks me glancing up from her romance, I lent her a Laurent Asher book from the Dreamland Billionaire series and she is literally eating the series up. “No thanks, Luna. I want you to stay seated and rested. You need to keep those feet up.” I hang up one of Cody’s spare jerseys and grin, remembering how I was wearing it in Aspen and the dirty sex we had after the game. When Cody wins a game, he’s like a wild animal so high from his game that the sex is wild. The way his lips felt teasing my erect nipples and between my legs as he licked my clit out telling me how beautiful I am, making me feel like I am the only woman alive.

“He doesn't like hockey. Honestly the only sport he genuinely enjoys watching is baseball.” “Ahh, is that how you ended up betting him?” Daniel’s brow is raised. like he’s a little more curious to know why Andre has so many questions about his boyfriend. But he laughs like its nothing, “yeah, he was panicking over an exam. I guaranteed he’d get an A+ and said when he did he had to come to one of my games as a thank you.” Daniel finishes his beer and rolls his eyes. “I literally gave him one of my jerseys to wear and he still pulled that shit.”

“That’s it. Let me hear you.” “More. Add another.” I was rocking between his hand and the wall, shameless now. He obliged, stretching me with two fingers, scissoring gently while his mouth sucked marks onto my shoulder. “You’re gonna feel so good around my cock, baby. Gonna fuck you until you forget every game we ever lost to each other.” “Promises,” I gasped, but it turned into a whine when he hit that spot inside me. He chuckled darkly. “I always deliver.”

I went through your Kings vs Kraken review. I smiled. At least one Cross brother was decent. I walked over to his office. He greeted me with that warm, easy smile and motioned for me to sit. “I really liked your analysis,” he said, sliding the printed copy toward me. “You have a sharp eye for momentum shifts. Here — I made a few notes.” He spent the next twenty minutes going through it with me, explaining sports journalism tips, how to balance stats with storytelling, and how to make the piece more engaging. I was actually learning. It felt good — refreshing, even.