Page 23 of Scoring a Sweet Thing

“I want you to fuck me, Bailey,” I confess, lowering myself until we’re chest to chest. “I want you to fill me up with that perfect cock of yours.”

He gasps when I nip his bottom lip. “Fuck, Remi. Yes.”

I smack a quick kiss to his lips and reach for the lube that I know is kept in his bedside drawer and a condom. Bailey rolls the condom down his cock while I remove the plug and lube up my hole.

My hands are trembling by the time I’m gripping Bailey’s cock and lining him up. I slowly lower myself down, allowing me time to adjust to the size of him. By the time I’ve bottomed out, my quads are shaking.

“You feel so fucking good,” Bailey praises, smoothing his hands up my legs to my hips. I dare not move, not wanting to come the second he hits my prostate because he’s right. He feels so fucking good inside me.

My eyes fall closed as his hands travel up from my hips to my chest, his thumbs flicking over my nipples, sending a spark of electricity through my veins.

“Bailey,” I moan on a whisper.

“Mhm,” he hums.

Taking a deep breath, I open my eyes again and glance down at the perfect man beneath me. His tattoos give him this rough edge, but I know it’s simply armor for the purest heart underneath.

Placing my hands on his chest to steady me, I begin to move. It doesn’t take long for me to pick up my pace. I adjust my position slightly, allowing him to hit my prostate, and I ride him in a way that has us both moaning with pleasure.

He spits into his palm and takes hold of my aching cock. He jerks me in time with our thrusts, and I know I’m not going to last much longer.

“Fuck, Remi, I’m gonna come,” he hisses, then fills the condom with a profound groan.

I follow moments later, spilling over his fist onto his colorfully inked stomach. Rising up on my knees, he slips out of me, and I fall beside him on the bed. I wait for him while he deals with the condom, and when he slides back into bed, I roll onto my side to face him. He mirrors my position, a soft smile lighting his face.

He’s usually surly and broody, but when he smiles? Damn. His smile freakin’ kills me.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” I blurt out, then wince. “I’m sorry, that probably sounds like I’m saying it because I’m come-drunk, but I promise I’m not.”

He snickers. “If you’re come-drunk, then I am, too, because Remi?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m falling in love with you too.”

“You are?”

He closes the small gap between us. His lips brush against the corner of my mouth, and I shiver as he whispers, “How could I not, Remi? You’re wonderful. You’re like a bright rainbow after a rainstorm. You’re pure joy wrapped up in the most gorgeous package. I would be a fool not to be falling so head over heels for you.”

The backs of my eyes burn as I take him in. His earnest expression, the soft glint of adoration in his eyes. My heart flips in my chest, and there’s no stopping the grin that takes over my face.

Wrapping my arms around him, I cover my mouth with his in a searing kiss before saying, “No more pretend boyfriend title for you.”

He laughs and pinches my ass. “The senior citizens of Seattle will now be in mourning because this ass is officially mine.”

EPILOGUE

Bailey

One year later

I line up the glass jars along the countertop in size order, then change my mind and reorder them again. I don’t know why I’m overthinking this so much. Remi is going to love it no matter what order the jars are in, but I want it to be perfect for him.

We moved into our first home two weeks ago, but Remi has been on the road for the last week, so I’ve been rushing around, trying to get everything organized for him so we can enjoy our time together when he arrives home later today.

He doesn’t have a game tonight, but he went into the arena for practice, and with me having a day off from the studio, it gave me the perfect opportunity to get this one area of the kitchen completed.

Last year, he signed a contract that will keep him in Seattle for at least another three years, but I’m not too worried about whether we have to up and move because I can work from anywhere. But I’m glad he’s staying in Seattle.