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“Press your hands to the window,” I whisper in her ear.

She does as I tell her, her ass against my cock, her tits heavy in my hands as I palm them beneath the jersey. When I roll her nipples between my fingers, she moans, her breath fogging the glass. The more I touch her, the more she rubs that beautiful ass against me, the harder my dick becomes. In a matter of minutes, I’m hard as a rock again.

I lower one hand and tease her clit, eliciting a gasp.

“Michael, please…” she begs.

I back away. With her palms pressed to the window and her back arched, her wet pussy is on full display. I place my hand on her hip, pulling her closer, and guide my cock inside her. Then, with one, hard thrust, I seat myself completely.

My vision darkens, and when the desire washing over me levels out, I thrust, using long, deep strokes. Her warmth and tightness are perfect. She makes me dizzy.

“I want more…please…more.”

I increase my tempo, let my movements get a little rougher. The heat of our bodies moving together and the sounds of flesh meeting flesh only drive my need higher. Hunched over her, I cup her tits. The sound she makes, low and throaty, sends a zing of excitement down my spine. When I switch up and roll her nipples between my fingers, pulling and squeezing, the sounds turn to whimpers, mixing with my own groans and filling the room with the most beautiful music.

I collect her long hair, wrap it around my fist, and tug.

When her head snaps back, her breath stutters. “Oh God, yes…”

I pick up my pace, ramming into her. But when stars dance in my vision, I release her hair and sneak my hand around to her chest, pulling her up. With that hand cuffing her throat, I use the other to play with her clit.

In her reflection against the dark window, a smile breaks over her face. Taking that as a good sign, I add more pressure, both to her neck and her little nub.

“I should’ve tattooed a necklace on my hand,” I say lowly. “Just so you’d always remember how good you look like this.”

“God,” she gasps. “It feels so good.”

When her insides pulsate, strangling me, I clench my muscles, trying to hold back and tease her clit while cutting off her air supply. She responds, her body trembling violently, and I let go too. She comes and comes, her moans and pants filtering through the air around us. I continue moving my hips, prolonging her release and letting her ride out her orgasm until she’s empty.

As her body grows soft, I pull out and hold her up as she turns to face me.

With my palm pressed to her cheek, I angle her face to mine. “I love you, Isla.”

“I love you more,” she whispers, eyes hooded. “Take me to our bedroom. Please.”

“Sure.” I peck her lips and then drop to my knees. “But only after I do this.”

As I bury my face in her sweet pussy, tasting her and myself on my tongue, the only thought I still have on my mind is her. Her body, her heat, her mind, her heart. They’re the only things I’ll always crave, the only place I’ll ever come back to.

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

so romantic

ISLA

Twenty-two years old

The apartment feels different tonight. Most days, it’s just Michael and me, or me on my own when he has away games. Tonight, though, it’s full. It’s Michael’s birthday, and I did my best to organize a surprise party for him.

Considering I don’t keep any secrets from him and he reads me like an open book, it’s damn near a miracle he hasn’t found out.

Aunt Ava stands at the kitchen island, pretending not to fuss while she absolutely does, rearranging the snacks we prepared. Uncle Colton sits on the couch in the living room, Asher beside him as they watch the California Thunders play Florida.

I check the time on my phone and then hustle to our bathroom so I can quickly put on a little makeup and brush my hair. The last thing I need is him figuring out I’ve gotten almost no sleep since he left two days ago. I want so desperately for tonight to be perfect, my attention kept drifting to all the tasks that needed to be done and all the supplies I needed to buy, even when I was on the ice. Needless to say, the distraction made yesterday’s practice brutal. I landed on the ice after one of my toe loops and ended up with a nasty bruise on my right side. Even Elena got scared, and since that woman isn’t afraid of anything, when she demanded I take a few days off, I agreed. It’s not going to ruin my preparations for the Olympics, but it will definitely help me recharge.

A burst of feminine laughter coming from our bedroom makes me pause. Brows knitted together, I push the door open. I find Meg curled up on our bed, her phone in hand above her head. Her grin is wide, and she’s full of giddy joy. It only takes a moment to recognize the voice on the other end. My brother.

“Hey,” I say, leaning against the doorframe.