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“You are so fucking stunning.” I stare in awe, huddling over her, taking her in while her chest heaves.
I wish I had a photographic memory because I never want to forget this sight.
Brave and beautiful and brimming with desire for me.
My fingers ache with the need to touch her. I unclasp the back of her bra, then slip her panties off.
“Please,” she whimpers.
Our mouths connect in a long, desperate kiss. I suck her bottom lip as I slip a finger inside her.
“Already wet for me?” I whisper into her ear. “You are such a good girl,” I praise as her eyes brighten, and I add a finger.
I press a kiss to the corner of her lip, her cheek, her ear, anywhere I can before reaching toward the nightstand for a condom. I rip it open and get myself settled, my large frame over hers.
Her body quivers as my body joins with hers. Our moves are desperate and needy as our foreheads press together. Sweat is dancing between us as I pick up my pace.
It’s not slow or sweet. It’s full of need. Pleasure ripples through me as Lettie lets out a guttural moan and loses control under me.
I stay still over top of her for a minute to enjoy the view, then head to the bathroom to clean up and grab a washcloth.
When I return, it appears Lettie hasn’t moved an inch. She’s still naked, with a satisfied grin on her face.
I lower myself and press the damp gray washcloth to her thighs, swiping gently.
“Thank you,” she utters.
“No need. I’m the one who made you a dirty girl,” I say with a wink before discarding the towel and settling down beside her.
As my brain drifts, a thought pops into my head, and—shit. “I’m the worst,” I admit.
She rolls onto her side, facing me with a satisfied smile on her face. “Definitely not the worst.”
I smile internally at that, but my face stays still. “I mean, are you okay?”
Maybe I shouldn’t have pounced on her when we got back.
“Mm-hmm,” she hums again. “Very.”
“Good.” I nod. “Thank you for being in the stands tonight.”
A smile touches her face, but it’s forced.
“But I totally forgot, with the excitement of my win, that this day may have been hard for you.”
Her body is rigid, and her shoulders are stiff as she stays silent beside me.
“I still can’t believe your brother got a touchdown,” I admit.
She relaxes a bit and smiles. “That doesn’t typically happen, right?”
I can’t help it. I laugh. “No.” I shake my head.
“Good. I thought I may have missed something.”
“We’ve run similar plays in practice before, but this was the first time all year that an OL was an eligible player.”
“Gotcha.” She smiles and nods, inching her body toward mine.
