Page 11 of Pucking Daddy

I lean in, pressing my forehead to hers, watching her. I want to see her when it happens.

"You feel incredible," I growl, the words raw. "I can't—I need—"

"Yes. Whatever you need. Yes."

I slide my hand between our bodies, my thumb finding her. The reaction is instantaneous. She’s coiling tight, her breath coming in short, sharp hitches.

"That's it, Zara," I growl, picking up the pace, my own control fraying into nothing. "Go for it. Give it all to me."

She shatters. I feel the ripples of her orgasm clenching around me, and it’s the final push I need.

I let out a guttural groan, my whole body shuddering as I follow her over the ledge, pouring everything I have into her.

We stay like that for a few seconds—minutes, maybe. I can’t tell.

I realize I’m shaking and slowly set her back down on her feet.

I feel a strange pang of loss the moment the contact breaks.

“That was…” she starts, trailing off.

“Yeah.” I turn away, pulling myself together, disposing of the condom and straightening my clothes.

When I turn back, I reach out, helping her smooth down her dress. I’ve got myself back under control, the last of the tremor fading from my body.

“Yeah,” I say again, quieter this time. “It was.”

We stand there in the dim, industrial light. We’re strangers, but for twenty minutes, we were exactly what the other needed.

"I should go," she says. "Early morning."

"The move," I remember.

"The move."

I nod. I want to say something more, but what? Stay? If you’re ever in New York, let’s have a drink sometime? No. That’s not what this is.

"Good luck with your custody hearing," she says, her voice soft.

The mention of my kid hits me like a physical weight, bringing the real world crashing back into the room. "Good luck with your new life."

We walk out of the bar separately. I watch her head toward the street, her silhouette disappearing into the night air.

I head back to my hotel, my mind already shifting to my new job as head coach for the Raptors. Coach Petrov has officially retired. No one thought it would ever happen, but it did. And now this is my shot.

Still, it’s a shame I’m never going to see her again.

There was something about her that lingers, something beyond the wild, reckless hookup we just shared.

But it’s probably better this way.

We’ll never see each other again.

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