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And all he did was press his face into my pussy harder.

I catapulted into the heavens. My second orgasm barreled over my body, clenching my walls around him. My body shook and shivered in ways I had no control over. Electricity robbed me of my mind. Pleasure robbed me of my breath.

Until I stopped waiting.

I’m not done with him yet.

I let my body guide me. I let my instincts take over. I locked my thighs around his stubbled face, rolled myself over, and grinned when he rolled with me. I heard his surprised gasp in between my legs as my pussy suffocated him, his hands digging into the globes of my ass beneath my nightgown. I sat on his face. I straddled him, gathering my nightgown around my hips as those crystal blue eyes peered up at me from between the heft of my thighs.

And as my hand buried itself into his hair, I took what I had so desperately earned for myself.

“You want it?” I asked as I gazed down at him. “Then, take it, and don’t you dare let me hear you complain.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he muttered before his eyes squeezed shut.

With his hands holding me impossibly tight to his face, my palms braced themselves against the headboard. My knees bared down into the mattress on either side of his head, my legs seeking purchase as I rocked against his face. I coated him in my slick. My clit reached out to his tongue, swelling beyond anything I’d ever felt. It pulsed with the timing of my rapidly beating heart, and I swear I’d never be able to go back to the pathetic little portable magic wand I kept in my bedside drawer for emergencies. I felt Rhett fucking the air behind me, bucking his hips to a rhythm I knew he wanted to feel against my body, and the thought of him grinding against his own fucking pants for any sort of relief shot a bolt white hot of pleasure through me so quickly that I gasped.

“Come on my face, Victoria,” he growled into my pussy. “Make me drown in you.”

Everything went blank as I ground against his face. As my hands braced against the headboard, my hips swiveling and grinding over his tongue. Within what felt like seconds, my third orgasm rushed over me, and I felt overwhelmed in the best of ways.

“Rhett, yes,” I breathed out as I collapsed toward the headboard.

I barely caught myself against it as I sat there, my quivering thighs still straddling his face. He lapped at me languidly, and his swallows made my stomach clench with need. No. That wasn’t fucking possible. I just came three fucking times. There was no way in hell my body was ready for more.

“Good boy,” I murmured mindlessly as I reached between me and the headboard, stroking my fingers through his tangled black hair.

And I swear, I felt him shiver between my legs as his tongue licked me clean.

12

RHETT

“Good boy,” she whispered.

I shivered as her hand ran its way through my hair. Fucking hell, I’d never cut my hair again. Her nails scraped softly along my scalp, and at that moment, I knew. There was no way in hell I was ever going back. Now that I knew what Victoria tasted like, I was done. Properly done. There was no other woman after this. Not for me. Whatever fans had thrown themselves at me before, whatever names I’d half-remembered in the dark, they’d all been background noise. This was the song. She was the whole album. Every version of me that existed before this moment had been waiting for permission to put her down.

Leading up to the woman I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off of since I got hired to this hockey team.

I wanted more of her.

All of her.

Every single piece of her.

Even the broken parts she thought she had to hide away from the world.

I licked my lips, savoring her taste as she finally slid off. And even though I gasped for air, my lungs finally filling for the first time in what seemed like years, I still reached out for her. I rolled with her, facing her with my glistening skin as my hand reached for hers. I grabbed her wrist, pulled her toward me, her nightgown slipping her effortlessly across the silk sheets. And when I had my arm caged around her, holding her closer to me, I knew I’d never want another. I knew I’d never need another.

I just needed her.

“Heeeeey, Miss C,” I said with a cheeky little grin.

She playfully pushed my chest as an adorable blush crossed her cheeks. I couldn’t help but stare. In the three years I’d been on the team, I wasn’t sure I’d ever once seen her blush. The red color tinted her tanned cheeks, trickling down a neck I wanted to spend a long time on. Not to mark her, not to brand her. Victoria Caldwell didn’t belong to anyone, and that was half the reason I’d fallen for her. I just wanted to give her the kind of attention she’d been refusing herself for fourteen years.

I watched her reach her thumb out before she slid it along my chin. “You’ve got something here. Hold on.”

I held back a groan as she slid the pad of her thumb over my cheek. But when I saw the glistening wetness of her pussy against her skin as she pulled away, my hand snatched her wrist. I gazed into those curious gray eyes of hers as I pulled her thumb into my mouth.