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I cut off whatever he was going to say, too keyed-up for small talk. “I’m not above begging if that’s what it’ll take for you to take the edge off. To make me come.”

A sinister smile lifts the corner of his lips. “Oh, is that what you need? Seems you’re the one in control here.”

I’m ready to go off at him, but he—thankfully—gestures to my thighs on his. Taking the hint, I lift up, fitting myself over his cock. I drop down, filling myself, my body weeping with pleasure and joy.

“Yesssss. That’s what I’m talking about.” His chuckle barely registers. I’m too lost in the feelings of euphoria creeping in.

It’s amazing how the moment he’s seated all the way, my body accepts it and relaxes, the tension coiling inside leveling out for me to enjoy the ride.

To relish how sated I am.

And when he thrusts his hips, all hell breaks loose. I can’t get enough of him.

An orgasm builds swiftly as he rocks in and out, pushing me higher toward the ultimate goal.

I climb toward the promise of ecstasy, the detonation of emotions surging through me. I’m so close, I can taste it, and yet, it’s not close enough.

My hands find purchase on his back, my fingers leaving impressions. Moans escape, my teeth gnaw at my lower lip, tightness coils in my abdomen.

“Nero. Please,” I beg for the last time, craving the release.

On a grunt, he pushes in farther than I thought possible, and I crash, wetness spilling out of me as I spiral downward, the euphoria compelling, the high better than the chase.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” My whimpers mingle with his grunts as another orgasm crests on the heels of the first. I’m not fully down, yet my body isn’t having it. It selfishly covets another, possibly before Nero gets his first.

Nero’s body stills for a split second. “Another one?”

I nod, not trusting my voice. How he knows is a mystery I don’t have the bandwidth to answer, but I’m grateful he senses it.

His pace picks up, thrusting in and out in a haphazard pattern as the intensity inside me expands, waiting for detonation.

Which comes when his finger presses against my clit.

“Ahhhh.” Nonsensical words follow as my body writhes with sensation, my breasts bouncing with the movements, not wanting to let go of this feeling. Bliss hardly describes the inertia, the weightlessness ravaging my insides.

With a growl, Nero’s orgasm claims him, and our bodies move as one, each riding out our version of heaven.

I’m boneless by the time the last twinges pulse through me, my energy spent, my body filled beyond belief. I hardly notice Nero helping me off him, our combined fluids leaking down my thighs, no doubt making a mess.

My eyes close, but I sense Nero getting up, returning a brief beat later, rubbing a washcloth along my inner thighs.

“Good call on the blanket, Ships. Much easier to throw it in the wash than having to clean the couch cushions.” Too relaxed to speak, I offer him a weak smile and a thumbs up. “Can’t wait to have a conversation about your begging.”

Funny how I don’t mind begging when it’s for my benefit.

CHAPTER 25

nero

“Give me all the deets about playing hockey in the big league. I want to know everything.”

A laugh bursts from me. Marina’s niece, Lennon, sits next to me on the Keeleys’ couch, her thigh touching mine. She’s bounding with energy and excitement. It’s not the first time we’ve met, but her jaw dropped when I walked in with Marina. Maybe because we’re on her turf, making her more comfortable.

“Where do you want me to start?”

She taps her chin, contemplating my question. “How old were you when you got drafted?”

I rub my hands together, happy to share my secrets with a die-hard fan. “I was drafted while I was still in college, but my parents wanted me to finish my degree. As a backup. Which was a smart choice,” I tack on, not wanting to encourage any bad habits her parents might not want me impressing on her.