Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 102607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
She arches back against me, fingers flexing.
Nova spreads her legs, sexy, round ass thrusting in the air so I can fit myself inside her from behind.
My cock is so fucking hard…
She glances over her shoulder, smug and gorgeous and a little breathless. “What? You’re the one who said ‘low center of gravity.’ I’m just following the game plan.”
I let out a low, strangled laugh. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“Not before I ruin you.”
Delicious.
I want to eat her up, eat her out, and fuck her until the next game day.
Nova reaches through her legs and reaches for my dick, guiding me toward her pussy; placing me where she wants me to push, and I ease forward, sliding into her.
Slowly.
Surely.
So wet.
So tight.
God, I missed this…
And God willing, we have way more fucking in our future.
The water splashes as I slam into her, slapping sounds echoing in the tiled enclosure.
I place a hand at the small of her back; grip her hips to steady myself. Nova is hot and slick and perfect, and I have to fight every primal instinct to go slow—the last thing I want is to rush.
I lower my head, pressing my lips between her shoulder blades, letting them linger there. “Tell me if it’s too much,” I murmur, my voice a rasp against her skin.
“Harder…” she gasps, bracing harder against the wall. Head hanging. Hair falling in wet coils.
Motherfucking sexy…
Raw in the best way.
Every thrust I give her is a confession—every moan she gives me is a reward.
A five-star review of my hard dick.
And when she starts to tremble… when her fingers slip a little on the bench, I don’t let her fall. I hold her tighter. Move with her. Until there’s nothing but heat and pressure and the sweet, desperate rhythm of us.
We both come—first Nova, then myself, breathing heavily, holding steady for several seconds before I slowly slide myself out.
“Welp.” I hear her sigh, eyes still focused to the ground. “The good news is, I don’t have to wash up.”
I shiver, nerve cells on high. “Shower efficiency. We’re eco-conscious heroes.”
She snorts, then immediately cringes. “Oh. Don’t make me laugh—Mavis is too sensitive.”
Two minutes later, when I’m wrapping her in a towel and patting her down, she’s purring like a kitten, begging to snuggle.
We collapse in a mess of limbs and damp hair, both of us boneless and warm beneath the sheets. She slides one of my pillows under her arm and sighs like it’s the first real breath she’s taken all day.
“You smell like eucalyptus,” she murmurs, nosing into my chest, hand stroking my stomach.
We’re quiet for a beat—until both our phones buzz at the exact same time on the nightstand.
Then again.
And again.
Nova groans, fishing for hers with a blind hand. “Ugh. If this is Gio, I swear to God—”
“It’s not Gio,” I say, scrolling through my notifications. “It’s everyone.”
Sure enough—Instagram is blowing up.
TikTok is on fire.
The clip of Nova bursting into the penalty box has gone viral, the power move of storming the penalty box and demanding I let her in seems to be an anthem for women everywhere.
“Penalty Box Proposal.” I laugh, reading several of the hashtags out loud to her.
“It wasn’t a proposal!”
We both pause.
Then—
“WE’RE A MEME,” Nova screeches, holding up her phone. “Holy shit—look. I’ve always wanted to be a meme! Listen to this caption: ‘When your girlfriend goes to hockey jail to tell you she loves you—peak romance.’”
“I mean—they’re not wrong.” I put my hand on her bare thigh and stroke it beneath the sheets. “Girlfriend. Fucking love that.”
“Mm,” she hums absentmindedly, still reading things out loud to me. “This one says ‘Babineaux and the Baddie: The Power Couple We Didn’t Know We Needed.’”
“Babineaux and the Baddie?” I toss my head back, laughing. “That can be the same of our podcast. We can give relationship advice.”
“Or not.” She rolls her eyes. Her smile softens a little. “You’re okay with this? It’s so crazy.”
I glance over at her—damp hair, phone vibrating in her palm. She’s wearing one of my old, gray T-shirts and I want to slide my hand underneath and palm one of her tits.
My eyes go to her hard nipples as she continues to ignore me.
My cock tingles.
“Babe.” I move my palm higher on her thigh, sliding it between her legs. It inches closer to the hem of my shirt. “You’ve been glued to that phone for at least three minutes.
She spares me a glance. “Are you pouting?”
“I’m hard,” I deadpan. “Help me.”
Her eyes drop automatically to the crisp, white sheet covering my lap, then back up—cheeks pinking. “Whose fault is that?”
I shrug. “Yours? Look at your nipples.”
Nova glances down at her chest. “Oh lord—calm down.”
Maneuvering myself, I shift on the bed so I can get my lips on her neck; kiss the pulse fluttering there.
I drag my lips higher, grazing her jaw. “I’m a man, Nova. I’m weak. Please.”