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The hands on my body disappear just as the weight behind me leaves the bed. A pathetic whimper escapes and just when I think I can’t take anymore and am about to rip the blindfold off, he wrenches my thighs apart before swiping his ice-cold tongue over my core.

My body jolts at the unexpected sensation, but after a beat passes the cold fades, convincing me I imagined it. But then he pulls back and when he returns, so does the sharp bite of cold that follows.

Is this asshole putting ice cubes in his mouth?

He does this several times, bringing me right to the edge and then stopping. After what feels like the hundredth time, I cry out, “Damnit Reyes, please! You said this was a reward, not fucking torture. If you keep this up, I’ll fucking end you. Please, for fuck’s sake.”

Mateo

Pulling away from Élise’s pussy, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and look at the clock. Thirty minutes. I’m impressed she lasted so long without a threat. “Okay, Chispita,” I say, sitting up on my knees behind her. “You can have your reward now.” Without any more warning, I line the head of my cock up with her entrance and slam into her in a single thrust.

A ragged cry peels from her and I stop, waiting to see if she needs to use her word. “I’m okay,” she pants, “It was a good cry.”

Giving her another second to adjust, I trace my name and number on her back. Once her body relaxes, I ease back out of her before setting a pace that borders on brutal and frenzied. Her beautiful moans echo in my room, heightening my own pleasure.

I wrap one hand around her hip and twine the other through my attempt at a bun, pulling her up until her back is slightly arched. The move gives me the perfect view of my name across her back, sending me into an even more frenetic pace. “Mierda, Chispita. Squeezing me so fucking tight. You going to come for me, gorgeous?”

“Ye-yes!” She cries as she drops one hand from the headboard. I’m about to chastise her for letting go when she slips it beneath her. Her fingers brush my cock as I slam into her before she moves them back up to her clit. Her walls tighten even more, causing my pace to falter.

Do. Not. Come. Not before her.

Since listing soccer players failed to help hold off my release last time, I try flowers.

Roses, lilies, tulips, daisies…

I release her hair and reach around to collar her throat again, knowing how much she likes it. Using the grip on her throat, I pull her up against my chest, not slowing my pace.

“I need you to come for me, Élise. Fuck, I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last, so I need you to fucking come for me. Now.” I move my hand from her hip up under her shirt to play with one of her nipples, and just like that, she shatters.

Her body freezes, limbs locking with the force of her orgasm. A gasp rips from her throat as her arousal coats my hips and thighs, drenching the sheets beneath us. The sounds of our bodies slapping together get slicker and louder as I pick up my pace again. Her entire body trembles in my arms, her pussy clenched around my cock.

It only takes a few more thrusts before my own release surges so intensely that I swear my vision whites out for a moment. I force us both to lie flat on the bed, ensuring we land in a dry spot with me beside her rather than on her. Once everything comes back into focus and my breathing regulates, I ease off the bed to get her a washcloth, noticing that her own breaths have evened out with the rhythm of sleep.

Nothing wakes her as I clean her up and slip a pair of my boxers up her legs. Hell, she doesn’t even stir as I scoop her up and move her into a spare room where I curl up beside her. Right before I fall asleep, a single thought crosses my mind.

This feels right.

Chapter 53

Henri

My phone rings just as I park my truck outside my PR team’s office. After Reyes and I found out the truth behind our rivalry, I’ve been speaking to my agent and legal team regarding this contract. Turns out they are in violation of it, big time, which allows me to kick them to the curb without consequence. Not that I don’t fear retaliation.

I pull my phone from my pocket, a small smile forming when I see my sister’s name flash across the screen. “Coucou,1” I answer, using the childish greeting she used to give me growing up. “How are you doing? Is everything healing okay?”

Her smile comes through her words as she regales me on everything that’s happened in the days since the trio left Québec City. It reminds me of something I’ve wanted to ask her. I patiently wait for her to finish before broaching the topic. “Hey Lise,” I start, suddenly uncertain of my own words, “I wanted to ask you about the pictures from the game the other night.”

“What pictures?”

Right. No social media.

“The ones with you in Reyes’s jersey where he’s holding you like you’re actually together.” I walk into the lobby and nod at the receptionist. She recognizes me and moves to call one of my PR representatives to notify them of my arrival. I watch as she hangs up, noticing she hits an extra button before hanging up the receiver but dismiss the oddity.

“Frère,” my sister sighs.

“I’m just saying, the pictures looked pretty real. Are you sure this relationship with Reyes is fake? I don’t want to see you get hurt, Lise. He doesn’t date. It’s well-known.”

She’s silent for several seconds, before responding in a voice much more subdued than before, “I know you’re looking out for me, Henri, but I’m a big girl. This thing…I don’t know what it is, but I’m figuring it out. That’s something he and I need to talk through.”