He looks at me with an evil glint in his eye, and my heart skips a beat. The sound of ripping fills the space and the cool air hits my throbbing core immediately. There’s no time to react when he slides a finger easily into me, then another, teasing me with slow movements.
“Aaaaaahhhh…” I throw my head back, shoving my hips lower.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
Shaw scoots lower and leans back in the chair, removing his hand and replacing it with his tip. Unlike earlier, he doesn’t go slowly. He slams into me and lets out a guttural moan, gripping my hips so hard the pressure builds immediately.
In this position, he hits so deep I shudder, falling forward and landing chest to chest. He doesn’t stop rocking into me from below, holding both our weights. I cry out in ecstasy, my body craving release.
I love the fact that this man made love to me all night and once this morning, cherishing my body. But now, he ravages me as if he’s starving. I start to move with him, thrusting my hips into his, bracing my hands on his chest. I stare at him as he stares at where we are joined. His movements grow faster, and I meet him push for pull. There’s no stopping the moans and groans falling from my lips.
My first orgasm hits me full force, and I clamp down on my bottom lip to keep from crying out. He doesn’t stop his assault, flashing me a satisfied grin. The next few minutes are a combination of both of us kissing, biting, and moaning until I reach my peak again. He swells inside me and lets out a possessive moan, sending me over the edge as I start to drown in pleasure. My whole body shatters, sparks flying, until I go limp and collapse onto him.
Nothing registers but the beating of his heart against mine, until my vision clears and I feel his lips moving gently across my neckline.
“Pretty sure I can’t move and we have to sleep this way,” I whisper lightly.
“I’d gladly do that.”
“I’m serious. Everything is numb.”
“Bizzy, you want to stay like this for the rest of the night, I’ll gladly do it.”
I use all my energy to sit up and face him. “I love you, Crenshaw Bennett.”
“Not nearly as much as I love you, soon to be Bizzy Bennett.”
I fall back to his chest and close my eyes. Sometime during the night, he takes us back to our room and takes care of me.
“I can’t explain it, Claire! It was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my whole life. The whole team was amazing, but Nicky was unstoppable. He had it all together. When we saw him at lunch on Sunday, he was so calm and collected, you’d never know he was playing in the Super Bowl. I’ve never been so proud in all my life, except when he yanked Shaw and Mathis on stage with him afterwards. Maria and I couldn’t stop screaming.”
I continue to babble on about my weekend, raving over Nicky’s win and the chance at being a part of so many activities. Shaw had us busy the whole time with business events, but it didn’t take away from the glamour of the whole event.
“So, when will the boys be back?”
“Shaw’s flying back mid-day with Mathis. The team will be here soon after. There’s a rally at the airport to welcome them home. The parade is on Wednesday.”
“My ass is going to the damn parade with you. Make sure Shaw gets us prime seats.”
“I will. My parents will be with us, too.”
“You almost home?”
“Yes, I’m driving into the parking garage now. Tell me again why I agreed to take a shift tonight. That was stupid of me. Four a.m. flights suck.”
“Told you it was stupid, but you never listen,” she mocks me.
“I’m hanging up now,” I cut her off and pull into my designated spot.
Suddenly, I’m bone tired, the events of the last five days catching up with me. My eyes start to prickle with exhaustion as I grab my small overnight bag from the passenger seat, thankful Shaw is bringing the rest of my luggage with him.
“Well, you must be pretty proud of yourself.”
I stop mid-step and spin around to find Sasha walking toward me with hatred and revulsion in her stare. My stomach drops as I search the parking garage and see we are completely alone.