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Not a chance.

She went into the larger bedroom and removed her leggings. Unknotting her T-shirt, she let the bottom hem hang to her mid-thighs then applied a quick layer of the fruity lip gloss that she knew Sawyer liked. She fluffed her hair a bit, letting the long, wavy strands rest all on her right shoulder.

As she tossed a condom onto the comforter and was about to position herself on the bed, Sawyer came in. He took one look at her in mid-climb and closed the door behind him.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” As he walked toward the bed, he ripped his T-shirt off then slid his sweats and boxers off in one move.

“Wow,” Morgan said, licking her lips. “And just like that, you’re naked.”

“I can’t wait another minute to touch you, baby. I nearly poked a hole in that pizza box with my dick after seeing you in that shirt.” Using his good arm, he hooked her around the waist and rolled to his back. “I need you to ride me. Now.”

“Well, let me attend to that need then.” Morgan pressed kisses along his chest, loving the feel of the hard muscles she found there. “I see my friend that was hiding behind that pizza box is back.” She wrapped her hand around Sawyer’s length and stroked him.

His eyes closed and he let out a low moan. “Something about seeing you in that shirt . . .” He opened his eyes and fingered the anchor logo on the front. “I pictured you cheering for me on the ice and it got me.” He clamped his uncasted hand on her thigh. “Tell me that you’ll come see me play when I can.”

“I’d love to. I’ll have to remember not to touch myself like I usually do when I watch you play on my TV.”

Another groan sounded as Sawyer’s hazel eyes disappeared behind his lids again. “We’re so watching the Anchors’ next game together.”

“Sounds good,” Morgan said. “But right now, it’s time to fuck your brains out.”