“Good,” I say, hugging her tight and kissing the side of her head.
“You could join me in the shower,” she says, tilting her head and brushing her lips with mine.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mhm, something about sharing body heat.” She smirks and raises her eyebrows at me.
“I don’t think that applies to the shower.” I laugh and kiss her once more right as the elevator dings.
We break some sort of record with how fast we get from the elevator into the shower in my hotel room. The hot water and steam warms us right back up and I take my time lathering soap on the sponges. Maggie gets impatient waiting for me to make amove and she grabs them out of my hands, dropping them to the shower floor.
“Now they’re gonna be dirty,” I mumble.
“Just like you,” she teases, pushing me until my back hits the tile.
I smirk and lean in to kiss her, but move my head at the last second and press my lips to the sensitive spot below her ear. Maggie blows out a frustrated breath, but the more I kiss and suck and lick, the more she relaxes in my arms.
Her fingernails follow a path from my chest to my pelvis and each teasing touch drives me crazy. My hands become more possessive, fingers digging into her waist, pinching her nipples. My mouth follows a trail of water along her jaw until I finally capture her lips with my own. Once I do, Maggie’s hands stop teasing and she takes my cock in her hands, gripping me at the base with one hand and running her thumb over my slit with the other.
“How is it possible for it to always be this good?” I ask between kisses, thrusting my hips into her hands, but letting her control the pace for the most part.
“Fuck if I know,” she stammers as my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her ass as I spread her open and inch closer and closer to her pussy.
“You know what I think?” I whisper, biting her earlobe right as my middle finger finds her entrance. Wet and hot and ready for me.
“What?” she asks shakily, her hands working me over, making me lose my train of thought.
“I think—” I say, plunging two fingers inside her and capturing her gasp with my lips. “I think we excel at everything. Together.” Her hands squeeze my cock and I do my best to hold myself together. I twist us around so her back is to the tile, the shower spraying us head on.
With her lips on mine, I lift her leg, locking it around my waist and position myself at her entrance. I slowly push inside and touch my nose to hers. “Do you agree?”
Maggie’s blue eyes swirl with emotion as she meets my gaze. “I do.”
I blow out a breath of relief and go in for a bruising kiss, burying myself deep inside her. My hips thrust off rhythm as Maggie’s hands alternate between tugging at my hair, raking down my skin, and digging into my lower back.
All I can think about is that I want to do everything with her. Forever.
The next day,after we both win our respective quarter-finals, we head out to one of our favorite pubs. This one is filled with locals and the manager is a nice guy I met two years ago who always reserves a more secluded booth in the back for me.
Jacob, who for all intents and purposes is one of my biggest rivals, asks me to get together for dinner and I invite him to join us. He knows Maggie and I are friends, but he definitely doesn’t know about our agreement, and I move across the booth from Mags before he arrives.
Maggie is wearing a dark red dress that shows more cleavage than usual. Not that I’m complaining, I get a good view either way. Neither of us are drinking or staying out too late before our finals, and yet she’s got a little flush to her skin. She looks so beautiful, wearing nothing but some mascara and dark red lipstick to match her dress. No jewelry, no other accessories.
Lately, I’ve been thinking more and more about what it would be like if we were actually a couple. I wonder if it’s something she would consider in the future.
Before I can bring any of it up, Jacob appears at the table with a bright smile on his face.
“What’s that face for?” I tease.
“Oh mate, I’m just practicing my smile for when I steal the championship from right under your feet,” my rival says in his charming English accent.
Jacob Hughes has been called a heartthrob by many women. And men. And tabloids. Well, my point is, that everyone loves him and his playboy with a heart of gold persona. Even his one night stands have nothing bad to say about him.
I have to admit that he’s incredibly attractive—six foot two frame, lean, broad shoulders, jet black hair and blue eyes that border on turquoise—he’s a fucking catch.
“Careful now, you still have the semi-finals to get through. Don’t jinx it,. I smirk.
“When have I ever not made it to the finals?” he scoffs.
