Page 79 of The Sweet Spot

“JB—oh my god—”

She drops the hot dog onto the counter, and I growl against her wet folds, but don’t make her pick it back up; I’m too focused on her.

She grips the counter while I lick and suck, trying to show her how much I've missed her by thrusting my tongue inside her before flattening it against her clit and shaking my head from side to side. Her thighs tremble as mustard and ketchup drip onto the counter.

One of her hands flies into my hair and grips me tight as her hips start grinding against my face.

“JB—fuck—I can’t—”

“You can,” I rasp, curling my fingers harder, sucking her clit with filthy, wet sounds. “Come on my tongue like a good girl.”

Without another word, she shatters. Her hips rock and even though she tries to back away, I don’t stop. I lap, suck, and finger her through every wave until her body is close to collapse.

When I finally pull back and rise to my feet, I lick my lips, taking her in. She looks completely wrecked, with flushed cheeks and glassy eyes.

I lean in and lick the little smear of mustard left on her cheek, then kiss her so she can taste herself on my tongue.

“I tried to eat as much of the hot dog as I could,” she whispers.

“Good girl.”

Her voice is hoarse when she finally speaks again. “Bedroom. Now.”

I don’t even answer. I just grab her ass, lift her off the counter with her legs wrapped tight around my waist, and carry her down the hall while she laughs breathlessly into my neck.

Behind us, nine and a half very neglected hot dogs sit on the counter.

They can fucking wait.

Chapter 14

“Fuck, Whit, I’m gonna—” JB’s words cut off into a broken groan as he thrusts into me one last time.

I shatter around him at exactly the same time, my own cry muffled against his shoulder while pleasure rips through me in sharp, pulsing waves. He finishes with his face buried in my neck and his whole weight presses me into the mattress for one long second before he catches himself on his forearms so he doesn’t crush me.

“Have I told you,” he murmurs before kissing me softly, as though he didn’t just wake me up by nudging his perfect cock between my thighs, “how happy I am to see you?”

He rolls off me just as he finishes the question and pulls me into his side, tucking me against his chest.

I smile against his skin, listening to his heartbeat and never wanting to leave.

“Yes. You’ve also shown me. Several times.”

“I could show you a few times more if you’d like?” I can hear his grin as he kisses the top of my head. “I like to be thorough. Managers always say it’s one of my best qualities.”

His fingers skate across my shoulder, and although I know I should move and answer the thousands of emails I have, I don’t want to. I want to stay in this bed and pretend nothing else in the world exists except for me and JB.

Shit, did I just rhyme?

What has this man done to me?

He’s made me want something more than a championship win, that’s what.

“So, I have a game tonight,” he drawls out. “It starts at five, and I’m supposed to check into the stadium by one.” He takes a sharp breath before asking, “What time’s your flight?”

Reality settles between us. Unwanted and impossible to ignore.

When will I see him again after this?