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Luca scoffs and takes my stack of money. “I never bet on friends.”

We laugh and get in his car. I’m out of the last race, after taking the biggest pot in this one. Delano dips his head respectfully as we leave, which is more than he usually gives me.

“All right. Let's get you home to your girls,” Luca says, and I grin for the first time all day. My fingers flip through the stack of bills, thinking about all the possibilities. Eventually I will have to give this up. While retirement feels bitter sweet, it also feels necessary. Once my girls and my family are set up for life, it will be time to walk away. Thinking of Sam’s smile takes the sting away like it always does. I can’t wait to get back home.

sam

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“Oh my God.” My head drops back and Jameson’s lips skim along the column of my neck. His hands grip my hips while he thrusts up into me over and over. My thighs tremble and my inner muscles tighten, sucking him in deeper.

“Your pussy is fucking made for me.” He groans between my breasts, where he lavishes them each with licks and sucks and bites.

My hands clutch his shoulders, his back, the top of his headboard, wherever I can. “Yes,” I tell him, feeling it the same way he does.

“Give me another one.”

I shake my head, even as my body shivers at his command. Jameson slows his movements and takes my face between his palms, bringing my gaze back to his. His face is flushed, lips swollen from our kisses, and I’m sure mine are similar. His lips gently kiss the corners of my mouth before softly moving over my lips until he can pry them apart. The second I give him access, our tongues meet and twist. My will power wanes and his hands start guiding my hips with a faster, grinding motion.

“Jameson.” I say his name, my voice breathless. His eyes flare with defiance.

“Give me one more, Sam. I need to feel you come undone again on my cock. I need to see you fall apart for me.”

Bracing my hands on his chest, I move steadily that delicious friction building once again. “Jesus, Pretty Girl. I may never let you out of bed today.”

I bend over him and drop my lips to his. “Need to today, Kane. I have practice then afterwards we can fall back into your bed again,” I promise, my insides fluttering when I see the glint of possessiveness in his eyes. It’s something that's been happening more often. Since he came back from Vegas a week ago, we haven’t spent a night away from each other. With his place having more room and privacy, Dylan and I have been there every day after daycare and my classes. I love seeing him come home from work and I enjoy the domestic bubble of bliss we’ve been creating.

Jameson nips my bottom lip and slams up into me. I feel every inch of him, stretched beyond belief, and the sensation has my head tilting back, ripping a cry from my throat. “You feel amazing.”

“Ride me, Pretty Girl,” He grunts from below me, fingers spread and digging into my hips and thighs. “I need the image of you with your pretty tits swaying in front of my eyes while your pussy swallows my dick whole to get me through the day.”

His dirty words undo me. The idea of him thinking about us all day while he’s working, talking to customers and pouring over his finances set off a spark of lust in me. I move in rhythm with his thrusts, my breath hitching when his thumb circles my clit, teasing me until I’m panting and on the cusp of another orgasm.

“Look at me.” He growls, one of his hands lacing behind my neck, forcing my head down to his. My gaze locks with his dark one, his eyes filled with lust, desire, and love. That one look shakes me to my core, my heart hammering in my rib cage. He flicks my clit and thrusts up into me harder than before, the noise of our skin echoes in the room. My body lets go and my pussy spasms around his cock while I come moaning his name. I feel him come inside me, see the tendons strain in his neck, and the way his chest heaves as he does.

I collapse on top of him and his arms catch me easily. Jameson holds my body to his while we both find our breath, our heartbeats settling in our chests. Once I’m steady again, I lean my head up and kiss the space right under his jaw.

“You have no idea how much I love you, Sammy.”

I can’t help the giggle that escapes me. “Pretty sure I have some idea, Kane.” My inner muscles squeeze around him and he groans.

“Keep doing that and we definitely won’t leave here all day.”

This time I move off of him, falling to his side. “Speaking of, we really should get up and get ready. Dylan will be up soon and I have morning practice.”

“Tell your coach I took care of your cardio this morning,” he jokes, and I pinch his side until we’re both laughing.

“I do prefer your method of cardio over training,” I admit. Jameson gets out of bed and hauls me with him, carrying me in his arms to the shower. Once the water is warm, he helps me in and kisses my forehead.

“You first. If I get in there with you, you’ll just be late.” He closes the door and I laugh.

Quickly washing up, I keep my hair dry, knowing I'll shower again after practice. Once I’m out, Jameson gets in while I finish getting dressed and doing my hair. By the time I’m ready, Dylan is awake in her room. I get her up and ready and we all eat breakfast as a family. When it's time to go, Jameson opens the garage then walks us to my Jeep and gets Dylan situated before I leave. As I pull onto the road, I can still see Jameson in my rearview, watching us go. My heart swells and I can’t stop the smile on my lips the rest of my drive.

Practice is horrible; our coach is really gearing up for the playoffs. Even Riley is exhausted. I’m about to leave the locker room when my coach stops me at the door.

“Campbell, got a minute?” Her face is serious, but there's a glint in her eye too.

“Sure, Coach,” I answer and follow her down the hall. I thought we would be going to her office and I’m surprised when she leads me out of the arena and to the elevators that go up to the boardrooms and offices of the big-wigs at the university. The ride up is silent and I’m starting to get nervous when she ushers me into one of the rooms with glass walls. A man is there waiting for us. He looks familiar, but I can’t place him right away.