Page 45 of The Linebacker

“I was just getting up to?—”

“I think you should lay there and let me have my wicked way with you,” she cut him off.

“You—”

She dove under the covers. Wriggled under the blanket until she was nestled between his legs and?—

“Oh, fuck!”

He shoved the blanket away, revealing Diana with those beautiful lips wrapped around his instantly fully hardened erection. One hand was curled around the root of his cock while the other clutched his hip. Her lips slid up and down, up and down. The sight was nearly as erotic as the sensation, and the combination was pulling him to the brink—fast.

He cupped her shoulder, gave it a squeeze. She glanced up, her mouth still full of his throbbing cock.

“Sweetheart, I can’t take much more.”

She released him with a pop, crawled up his body, and straddled him. “Then I guess it’s time to adjust my position.”

She grasped him again and slid her body down, claiming him, filling herself. All he could do was lie there and let her have her way. It was all he wanted to do, frankly.

He was hers. She could do any damn thing to him that she wanted.

She bounced on his cock, finding her rhythm. He put his hands on her, needing to touch her. Smoothing his palms up her thighs, flexing his fingers on her hips, stroking up until he massaged her breasts.

He became transfixed when her hand slid between them, when she began circling her clit and the bouncing became more urgent, more erratic, until she threw her head back and cried out, her inner muscles strangling his cock in a very, very good way.

“Back to my turn,” he quipped. He curled his arm around her waist and flipped her onto her back, thrusting into her, fucking her almost desperately. Hell, there was no almost about it.

His orgasm slammed into him, and he shuddered before lowering his forehead to her chest, breathing heavily and feeling disoriented.

He did not want to let this go. Not just the literal sex at the moment but the entire package.

Diana. He wanted her, all of her.

And he had no idea how to convince her to give him a try. To give them a try.

He rolled to the side, plucked a handful of tissues from the bedside table, and offered them to her.

She smiled like a pleased cat and cleaned herself up. “Are you going for a jog?”

He snorted. “I’m not even sure we have time for breakfast at this point.”

“What?” she yelped, sitting upright and scrabbling for her phone. It wasn’t on the bedside table, so he showed her the time on his screen.

“Shit. I have a meeting with Jeff and Emma to review the pictures from the game. How did it get so late? Why didn’t my alarm go off?”

That’s when he heard it, a faint beeping noise. It definitely wasn’t here in the bedroom.

She groaned and dropped her face into her hands. “I left my phone on the kitchen counter.”

“Go,” he said. “Get ready. I’ll just scramble up some eggs with peppers and onions, add a little salsa, and make breakfast burritos we can eat on the way.”

“Just?” She snorted. “Before you came along, my breakfasts consisted of yogurt and coffee.”

She hurried into the bathroom while he headed for the kitchen, thinking about how much he liked the way she said before you came along.

As if she expected him to stick around.

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