“Four nights this week?” Will asks as he clears the table. I stand to help him, but he waves me off. “I’ve got this. Just relax.”

“Yeah, I picked up an extra shift.” I don’t tell him it’s because I could use the extra money to replace my car. “So, before our drunken stupor last night, Jules offered to help me get ready for the ball on Saturday. She has a dress for me to borrow and everything, so that’ll be fun. I think Nat and Sam are going to come too.”

“That’ll be fun. I’m sure you’ll look beautiful.” He smiles at me, but I feel like something’s wrong.

“What is it?”

“What?”

“Something’s wrong.” I stand and cross to him. He leans his ass against the countertop and I lean against him, wrapping my arms around his waist, looking up into his handsome face. He frowns and tightens his lips.

“I was hoping to spend the day with you today. I was gone for three days, and I missed you.”

I raise myself on tip-toe and kiss his lips softly, pulling on his lower lip with my teeth. “I missed you too, football star.”

His hands slide from my thighs over my ass, under his jersey and up my back. “You feel so good.”

I raise my arms and he pulls the jersey over my head and throws it on the floor. I pull the hem of his shirt up and he helps me pull it over his head, and I can’t help but step back and take in the muscled perfection before me. God, all that hard work pays off.

“You are so fucking hot,” I whisper, my eyes roaming over his torso. I pull at the buttons on his jeans and strip him out of those too, and run my fingernails up his legs to his hips, and trace the V there.

“You make me crazy,” he murmurs as I take his erection in my hand and smile sweetly up at him.

“I do?”

“You know you do.”

“I know you make me crazy.” I kneel and trace the rim of the tip of his cock with my tongue and smile when he sucks air in through his teeth. “I know I love your hard body.”

I sink down onto him and grip his cock tightly with my lips and pull up, all the way over the tip and watch a little bead of moisture form there. I lick it off and then sink over him again. He weaves his fingers in my hair, but doesn’t try to control my movements. He just needs to touch me.

“I love watching your little pink mouth on my dick, babe.”

I moan and pull up, jacking him as I do, and cup his balls with my other hand. Before I can do anything more, he grips my shoulders and pulls me to my feet, and kisses me, deeply. His tongue dancing with mine, he pulls his shorts off me and lifts me onto the countertop.

“I remember being up here last night.”

He grins at me and kisses my neck and down to my breasts, holding onto my ass. He pays extra attention to each nipple, licking and pulling at them with his teeth, and one hand finds its way between my thighs.

“God, Will.” I moan. He smiles against my breast and finds my center.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

“You’re sexy as hell, Will.” I lean back on my elbows and watch him kiss his way down my flat stomach, his fingers are massaging my folds.

“Watch, Meg.” He looks up and pins me with his hot, blue stare, and then down at his fingers, playing me like a musical instrument.

I sigh deeply and moan. “God, that feels good.”

He sinks two fingers inside me and moves them, oh so slowly, in and out, stretching me just a little at a time.

“Will.”

“Yes, sweetheart.” He leans down and sucks on a nipple, pulling it in his lips and I gasp.

“Need you, babe.”

“Where?”

“Inside me.”

He grins up at me, then watches his fingers again, and pushes his thumb against my metal, pushing me over the edge.

“Ah, shit!”

“Let go, honey.”

And I do. Holy shit, the orgasm works through me and I pulse and shudder against Will’s hand.

Suddenly, he pulls me off the counter top, spins me around so I’m leaning against the granite, warmed from my body heat, pulls my hips back and pushes himself inside me.

“Oh God,” he growls. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He eases all the way in and then starts to really move, pumping in and out of me, gripping my hips and ass in his huge hands until I think he’ll bruise me.

It feels fan-fucking-tastic.

“Spank me,” I tell him, looking over my shoulder to see his reaction. His eyes widen and then narrow.

“You want it rough?”

“Why not?” I ask him.

He gives me a naughty grin and smacks my ass, softly at first, and grips my hair in his fist, pushing my face down to the smooth countertop.

“Is this okay?” he asks softly.

“Fuck, yes.”

He smacks me again, harder this time, and I groan, loud.

“Again.”

He complies, just a little harder, and I feel the blood rush to my ass. His grip on my hair tightens and he pulls back, bringing me up so he can kiss my neck, biting and sucking it hard as he slams into me, over and over, harder and harder.

I grip the edge of the counter and push back against him, feeling the rush building in me once more.

“I’m gonna come.”

“Not until I tell you to,” He growls, and my brows climb into my hairline. Holy shit.

That’s fucking hot.

“Please?” I ask.

“Not yet.” He spanks me once more, then pulls out, spins me around, and lifts me, sliding easily back inside me and pins me against the fridge. There’s sweat on his forehead, his eyes are glacial and narrowed, and he’s panting as though he just ran seventy-five yards for a touchdown.




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