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It was all I needed to hear, the last thing I heard before I squeezed my eyes closed and fireworks exploded behind my closed lids as my climax rolled through.
I threw my head back into my pillow as my body tightened and quivered, and drained every ounce of my orgasm from me as I heard him growling in that gravelly voice of his.
“Give me your eyes, Shannon. Watch what just the sight of you does to me.”
I barely peeled my tired eyes open in time to watch him. His heavy balls were drawn tight, his hand moving hard and fast around the tip of his cock.
He didn’t take his eyes off me when his own orgasm hit him. His jaw clenched. His abs tightened until I saw every single indentation on his chest and sides and hips and thighs. When he came, he was staring directly into my eyes, my name rolling off his thick and swollen lips, his eyes lit with fierce desire. “Fucking shit,” he growled as he slowed down the ministrations of his dick, his climax rolling through him.
A tremble rolled through him as it left him, shaking off the final twinges of a climax that I knew had hit him as powerfully as my own did, and then a blush hit his cheekbones and he winked. “So. That was fun.”
I laughed, my eyes crinkling, and my lips stretched into a full smile. “Yeah,” I exhaled. “That was fun.”
“Go get cleaned up. When you come back, I want to hear all about your day.”
Chapter TWENTY
OLIVER
“Are you ready to open Stamped in a couple of weeks?”
We were winding through the back roads on the way to my house, and next to me, Shannon was strung tight.
I knew why. Earlier, after I’d told her I wanted her at my house for the weekend and I’d pick her up after practice, I had hung up and sent her one text.
Don’t forget to bring the present.
I had smiled when I hit Send, knowing she’d get it and her already large brown eyes would flash in surprise and they’d widen even further. I fucking loved that look on her. I loved knowing I could make her nervous, yet some part of her trusted me enough to do whatever I wanted.
A simple text sayingokayhad been replied, and then I hadn’t responded until I pulled up to Stamped just as she was locking up, an overnight bag slung over her shoulder.
She’d barely spoken during the forty-minute drive out of the city to my place, asking me questions about Sunday’s game, the last preseason game which should be an easy win.
I’d ignored the elephant in the car. I wanted her ready to explode. I wanted to reach out and touch her and feel the heat of her flushed skin. I wanted her on edge, so that when I did finally take her this weekend, she’d go off like a firecracker, without any warning.
Next to me, sitting in a simple tank top, frayed jean shorts that barely covered her ass, and her hair piled high and wild on top of her head, she jumped as I asked the question. She was beautiful. Not classy beautiful. Not elegant. In fact, there were probably thousands of women in the world you could line up next to Shannon and the other women could be classified as “more beautiful.”
But I thought she was perfect. She was the complete, perfect package, and every time I talked to her, every time I was around her, I began to realize more and more that I didn’t just love fucking her, I was starting to fall for her.
Her voodoo pussy and handful-sized tits sucked me in, but it was her intelligence and her smile and her sass that pulled me toward her in a way I hadn’t experienced in so long, I’d forgotten what falling in love felt like.
And this was it. It took weeks.
It didn’t matter. Shannon Hale was a woman you didn’t just want on your arm or in your bed, you wanted her pulled tight next to you, walking through life with you. She had the potential to be my biggest supporter, my greatest cheerleader, and my largest pain in the ass.
I wanted all of it.
“What?” she asked and brushed a tendril of hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry, what’d you ask?”
One side of my lips lifted into a grin. “I asked if you’re excited about Stamped. Are you ready for the opening?”
“Yeah, I think.” She paused and brushed her hands down her thighs. They were tanned now, and I knew when she wasn’t working or at my place, she’d found access to the rooftop of her building that had a small deck. She had told me one night on the phone that she went up there on her lunch breaks to see the city and get some fresh air.
I had thought of all the things I’d do to her up there once the sun set.
She continued after pulling in a long, trembling breath. “I mean, I still need to do some marketing, and that’s been hard even though Beaux put me in touch with someone before he ever closed on the place. I’ve got ads going out and my website is up and running now with the information for the first physical location. That’s been getting a lot of excitement. I didn’t realize I had so many customers online that live nearby, which is good.”
“It sounds like it’s all falling together.” She’d been working her ass off ever since I’d met her. I’d met few women in my career who wanted their own. It was the price of having so much damn money that you attracted women who didn’t care about having their own, just spending someone else’s. In my gut, I knew that if I blew out my knee tomorrow, heaven forbid, or if I lost all the money in the stock market, Shannon wouldn’t give a shit.
