“What if he has a dungeon?”
“I’m begging you to stop.”
“A sex dungeon. Your coach has a sex dungeon.” She’s laughing now, hysteria mixed with mortification. “And he gives the team a discount at a sex shop.”
“We’re never speaking of this again.”
I climb back into bed, still holding the honey packets. “You want one?”
“I want to die of embarrassment.”
But she takes a honey packet, tears it open with her teeth. “Your coach knows we just had sex five times.”
“Our coach knows YOU just had five orgasms.”
“That’s worse!”
“That’s incredible. You’re a legend now.”
“I’m so embarrassed.”
“You’re magnificent.” I lean down to kiss her. “And Barrett’s right about one thing.”
“What?”
“We should definitely check out that shop in Vancouver.”
She hits me with a pillow.
I pull the blankets down, running a hand gently down her thigh and immediately notice the mess starting to drip out of her onto the hotel sheets.
I’m transfixed.
“Romeo?” Her voice brings me back. “Whatare you staring at?”
“You. This.” I swipe my finger through the mess and push it back inside her.
“Oh my god.” She laughs but it’s breathless. “Are you serious right now? After everything Barrett just said?”
“Very serious.” I do it again, watching it disappear back inside her. “I like seeing everything drip out of you. Like proof that you’re mine.”
“That’s honestly kind of disgusting.”
“You love it.”
“Unfortunately, I really do and I don’t know what that says about me.”
I can’t stop looking. Can’t stop touching. There’s something primal about it, possessive in a way I can’t quite explain.
“Okay, come on.” She pushes at my shoulder, still laughing. “You’re being weird. Take me to the bathroom before Barrett comes back to give us towel recommendations.”
I scoop her up and carry her to the bathroom, but I can’t stop looking at the mess between her legs.
“Seriously, stop staring.”
“Can’t help it.” I set her on the counter and immediately my eyes are drawn back down. “You look so fucking sexy.”
I step between her legs and use my fingers to push more back inside.
