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  He placed her hand on his lap, his hand on hers. She was laughing but then glared at their joined hands. "Gun…This isn't a good idea. I know I'm sending mixed signals. We have sex and then I pull away, but I just can't seem to say no to the sex."

  "But you can say no to me?"

  "I'm really trying," she admitted.

  "I want you to come home with me."

  She tried to pull her hands away, but he held on tighter.

  "I can't."

  "Why not?"

  "Because of work. I can get fired." And, also, she could not—would not—have a second fling with Gun. Her heart would not be able to handle that.

  "No one will know." He quickly responded. "We're good together."

  "I don't think..."

  "Stop thinking. Live a little," he said. “Look, we’ve had sex twice now. It was fucking awesome and we've been able to work together and hang out since. Sex doesn't have to change things."

  "Oh come on, Gun. You know as well as I do, that's bullshit."

  "Addie, your body was on fire for me. I'm not being cocky, it's true. I remember everything about it, and I loved making you wild like that. You need me to fuck you, baby. You know you do. I need it too. Stop holding back. I’ll give you as much as you want. You just want sex—fine. Just sex."

  When he talked like that her heart thumped and every nerve ending in her body came alive. It was true, her body had been on fire for him when he'd touched her and now it seemed to crave his touch. Just talking about it like this, openly and bluntly, made her wet.

  "I'm going to regret this, I just know it. My apartment not yours. You have too many paparazzi following you around."

  "Sounds good to me," he said as he made a U-turn toward her apartment.

  Last time hadn't been planned. It was two people desperate, angry, and turned on. This time they'd discussed it and as she sat in his car waiting to get to home, her leg bounced up and down and her head swam. Was this a bad idea? Of course, it was a bad idea. But sex with Gunther was sooooo good. How could she say no?

  He took her hand and kissed her palm as he drove in silence. His low to the ground car, hugging all the curves and humming quietly in the background, wasn’t enough to quiet down her thumping heart. After each and every finger had been chastely kissed, almost reverently, he stuck her thumb into his mouth and nipped on the pad, then swirled his tongue around and repeated this with each of her fingers. Apparently, her fingers had a direct link to her pussy because the light sting of pain when he bit then soothed it with his tongue was making her throb. Damn, the man knew how to turn her on.

  Gun parked and looked around to make sure they hadn’t been followed. When he felt confident that there was no one around, he helped her out, laced his fingers with hers and pulled her hastily into her apartment, as she pointed the way.

  She fumbled in her purse for her keys, her hands shook as she slid the key in and opened the door. Once they were inside and the door shut, she thought he was going to attack her. Hell, she wanted to be attacked. That's what they did last time and it had worked. No thinking, just fucking. Now, there was time to process it all and she didn't know exactly how to proceed. Luckily, she didn't have to think too much because he turned around, cupped her face and kissed her.

  It wasn't a hungry kiss. It wasn't demanding. It was soft and sweet, and she felt her heartbeat not just with desire but with something else...longing, familiarity, and well...a feeling she put aside for a later time.

  "Baby, point me to your room."

  "Second door down the hall. First door is the bathroom. My apartment's kind of small, not like—"

  "Baby."

  She shut her mouth and looked at him, his hands still cradling her face. "No more talking."

  She nodded and he pulled her by the hand to her room where he directed her to sit on the bed. He kneeled down and took off her sneakers and pulled off her socks. Then he pulled her up and slid her top off and unhooked her bra. She instinctively covered her bare breasts, but he didn't seem to notice much because he was currently on his knees again, unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts and pulling them down her legs, together with her panties. She stood buck naked in front of him on his knees.

  "So, fucking pretty," He groaned as his nose nestled the barely-there splay of hair right above her pussy. Gently he pushed her back on to the bed and spread her legs wide with his shoulders much like last time.

  "Gun."

  "No more talking, remember. Just feeling. I was too fast last time. I want to take my time tonight."

  Too fast? He made her come at least four times and ate her out for what felt like an eternity.

  "I didn't eat your pussy enough back then. Never had enough time, we were always sneaking around. I regret that."

  She pushed up on her elbows. "And you’re making up for lost time?" she asked, watching him, use his thumb and forefinger to spread her open and blow lightly right on her clit. She fell back down and moaned.

  "I am. I also want to do more. I want to do it all with you."

  All? What was left. "Oh!" she jumped when his tongue went lower than she expected. "W-w-what are you d-doing?"

  "Making sure that this time around, I've tasted all of you. Also, I'm going to fuck your ass at some point, and I want to make sure you're ready for that.? Are you ready for that, Addie?"

  "No. Yes. I don't know. I've never done that."

  When they'd first had sex, the night in her bungalow, the very day she'd met him, he had been a good lover, but not great. It had been standard missionary that ended after a few thrusts. But as the months progressed, he'd taken his time, learned her body and he'd gone from good lover to phenomenal. Being twenty-five to his eighteen, she had had more experience. Not that much more, truth be told, but more than him. No one had ever gone down on her. As the days passed, and then the week, they got more comfortable with each other and he began to explore her body and Addie had allowed it.

  When he first ate her out, she thoughts she'd both die of mortification and of pleasure. She had exploded as he sucked her clit and it had been so unexpected that they had both been surprised. After the first time, he never missed an opportunity to taste her. By the end of their second month, she felt as if there was nothing they hadn't seen of each other’s bodies. They'd slept naked, when he was able to sneak out of the house, they fucked in the pool when his parents weren't home, they even fucked in almost every room of that palatial house. Part of the allure had been the sneaking around.

  But ass-play had never been on the menu. It just had not even crossed her mind at the time. Other men had tried to get her to do it, but she had refused. Now, here she was, ready to let him fuck her ass after one night out. That's how crazy he made her feel.

  "I'm glad you haven't. I want to be your first. I'll buy you a toy and we'll go slow."

  He stopped talking after that proclamation and laved her pussy over and over. He slid up the bed, getting comfortable, as if he had all fucking day to do this. "Gun, I need you. I need more."

  He held her down by the hip with his other hand and began to feast on her. The noises he made, made her wild underneath his firm grip, and when he pushed one, then a second, finger into her, she thought she'd died and gone to heaven. The sensation was too much, and she moaned and groaned as he lapped, nipped, and sucked her into the most intense orgasm of her life. Before she had a chance to recover, he lifted her up gently and placed her on the center of the bed. He stood and kicked off his shoes, then slowly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor.

  No man had been remotely as manly and crude as Gun. Ironic, being that Gun grew up with a silver spoon and etiquette teachers. She hadn't noticed the tattoo by his ribs on the right side of his body, the other night. She wanted to get a closer look, but he began to unbutton his jeans and all thoughts left her brain as the man began to slide his jeans and boxers down his legs. Gun was wide and imposing, but his best features were those thick muscular thighs, and once he was nude, that was all she co
uld look at. Well, that and the impressively hard cock jutting out. He threw two condoms by the pillow, which he must have had in his wallet, and climbed into bed.

  Hovering right above her, he was so hard she thought he was going to slide right on in. But instead, he put his weight on his arms on either side of her face. She needed more of him. She wanted all that weight on her, so she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down.

  "You're so beautiful, Addie. The memory of you in my head..." He shook his head. "It didn't do you justice."

  "You're quite breathtaking yourself, Gun,” she said, her hand caressing the side of his face. His stubble rough on her palm, and he leaned into her touch, something he used to do before, something she'd forgotten but had loved.

  "I'd be lying to you if I told you I wanted to stop."

  "I'm glad we're on the same page, Addie." He kissed her and she brought her arms around his neck. The kiss went on and on and she wasn't sure whether she really wanted to stop and get on with the sex or if she wanted to just kiss for the rest of the night.

  Their skin on skin contact felt both odd and familiar; they'd both changed so much yet they were both the same. What hadn't changed—not at all—was the way he kissed and she loved—loved!— the way he kissed. When he pulled away, they were both panting. He grabbed the condom, sat up, and put it on, then he was right back on her, still slow, and deliberate with his kisses. Even though it was obvious that she wanted—no, needed—more right now, he took his time. With his knees he parted her legs further and then slowly slid inside, his thumbs softly caressing her cheeks.

  "Oh, Gun."

  "I know. Trust me, I know." His eyes closed as if he was savoring the feel.

  "Need it faster." She begged but he didn't speed up. No, he moved in long languid strokes in and out. She shook in anticipation and desperation, and the corded lines around his neck and arms, were a sign that he too felt the need, yet he didn't change the maddening pace that felt like the most delicious of tortures. And the way he didn't take his eyes away from hers, the way he gently touched her face, and made love to her—it screamed danger. It said nothing of one one-night stands. With this man, having thought even for a brief moment that it could only be one night was ludicrous. Maybe they could keep doing this—just this—and she could be tough and leave her heart out of it. But one thing she was certain of—this couldn't be the last time. No damn way. It just felt too good.

  "Come for me, baby," he grunted, as his pace stayed the same but the intensity in his movements and stare threatened to take her over the edge. He wet his thumb with his tongue and reached between their joined bodies and rubbed her clit until she couldn't stop her body from convulsing right over into oblivion.

  "Ahh... fuck. So tight," he groaned as he, too, came, her pussy pulsating like a vise around his cock.

  * * *

  There were orgasms and then there was whatever the fuck just happened between them. Great didn't do justice to it, but it was more than that. It was intense and by the time he pulled out, rolled over her, and threw away the condom, every single muscle in his body ached. He turned on his side and pulled her to him, kissing her shoulder, he said. "Glad we came to your apartment instead of mine."

  "The paparazzi?" she asked in that husky voice he loved.

  "No. If we were in my apartment this is about the point you'd want to leave. But, being that you can't leave because you live here and I'm sure as fuck not going anywhere, you have no choice but to sleep with me."

  She snorted. "You're such a helpless romantic."

  "You know it!" he said, as they both fell into a blissful sleep.

  "Oh God!" She moaned, her eyes still closed.

  Was she having a dream?

  Her eyes snapped open and she felt two large hands holding her thighs wide open. She lifted the covers to find Gun's head between her legs. "Oh my...Gun, what are...Oh wow..." She threw her head back and closed her eyes. "Yes. Please don't stop."

  He moved up her body and replaced his tongue with his fingers. "Nothing tastes better than Addie for breakfast," he said, as he pushed himself inside of her and proceeded to show her how fun breakfast could be.

  An hour later, Addie was shoving a banana into Gun's hand and hurrying him up. "I'm going to be late."

  "But it was worth it."

  She shook her head as she straightened her pencil skirt. "Fine. It was. But still, we need to go."

  "Okay, okay, I'm coming." He kissed her cheek, took her hand and they walked out of her apartment together. "You sure you don't want me to take you to work?"

  "What part of 'I'll get fired' don't you understand?" she asked. "In fact, why don't you go ahead to your car? I don't want to walk out of my building complex together, just in case."

  He rolled his eyes. "You're so exasperating," He kissed her cheek. "I'll meet you at Tino's at seven."

  "What? No!"

  "Really? You're still going with that one night only angle because I swear to God, Addie—"

  "No. It's just you didn't even ask, you just assumed, and I have plans." When his eyes narrowed, she quickly added. "At the office with some clients. Relax, jeez."

  "Fine. Your choice, my house after your meeting or yours?"

  "How about we skip—-"

  "Adalyn," He said with a seriousness she hadn't seen before. "I'm going to be balls deep in you by midnight and by twelve oh three you’re going to be screaming my name. You fucking loved it and I can't even think straight around you, I'm so hard. So, I'll ask again. Your house or mine?"

  "Mine."

  "Good girl."

  She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. She grabbed him by one of the loops of his belts and pulled him in for a goodbye kiss. “I guess I’ll see you later then.”

  “You know it.” He gave her one last kiss, this time on her forehead before walking away. "See you later, Addie, baby."

  7

  To say that Addie's day had been rough was an understatement. Kellerman finally agreed on her proposal to expand the program and start extensive seminars for the player. She spent the day planning the courses for the seminars and getting other consultants on board. She made sure that all the speakers understood that it had to be something that the guys wouldn't find too dull, or else they'd doze off. Yet, it had to be actually educational. It had been difficult to put the explicit thoughts of Gun aside and think about work. Then, she had lunch with Whitmore, a notoriously arrogant second-string player who had made it almost impossible to tell him about her services when he spent the entire lunch talking about himself. Then she had a brain storming dinner meeting with Sonia, which had started off relaxing, but then Kellerman and his wife had showed up and decided to join them. That had been stressful in and of itself, especially when he stopped her mid-chew and asked her for a detailed outline on what would be discussed at the seminars. It was seven thirty by the time dinner had ended.

  She had three missed calls from her mother and father and had sat in her car for an hour, while her mother recounted all the ways her father was not eating well, and how his blood pressure and cholesterol was extremely elevated and then had been bamboozled into visiting this weekend. Her feet hurt and so did her brain. The only silver lining of her day had been the numerous texts she'd exchanged with Gun and how sweet he'd been, promising her a night of relaxation. Something she highly doubted since the man seemed to have sex on his mind before she'd left him that morning. Not that she could argue with some good sex. Except— wow she was tired.

  * * *

  Gun leaned against Addie's door bone tired. He'd started pre-season training today and the sonofabitch sadist of a coach had worked them out until their muscles shook. All he wanted was a shower and a bed. But, Jesus, watching Addie walk toward her door in that tight skirt and those heels sent his mind reeling.

  She reached the door and he pushed off. "Hey, baby," he said as he took the keys from her hand, kissed her forehead, and opened her door.

  "Hi," she said with a yawn. "You l
ook as tired as I do."

  "I am." He peeled off his shirt. "Shower?"

  She nodded and sleepily unbuttoned her top, unzipped her shirt and took everything off. He did the same and then they both took a shower, lathering each other, but too tired to do much more. He turned off the water, wrapped her in the first towel he found and then dried himself. Addie went through her bedtime routine and headed off to bed. He used her toothbrush, found a pair of boxer briefs from his bag, put them on and went to find her, chuckling when he saw her face planted on the bed.

  He pulled back the covers, picked her up, and slid her into the bed. He slid in behind her, wrapped a leg over her hip, an arm around her waist and the last thing he remembered was: When's the last time I just slept with a woman?

  The answer was easy: Ten years ago, with Adalyn Finney.

  The next morning, Gun woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. He padded to the kitchen and wrapped his arms around, Addie. "'Morning. How'd you sleep?" she asked.

  "Great. You?"

  "Really good." She turned off the stove and tuned in his arms. "Really really good, actually."

  "Yeah?"

  "Yeah. Sorry I conked out on you, though."

  "It's cool."

  "Is it?" She said as she turned back around and portioned the food onto plates. "I mean, I'm sure you were probably expecting something sexier and instead you got a girl in a coma."

  "I don't just want sex, Addie. I like spending time with you. Always have. I mean, when I said I missed you, I didn't just mean the sex. I missed you. All of you."

  She smiled at him and then held a piece of bacon to his mouth. He opened his mouth and took it. She giggled girlishly and playfully moved him out of the way to set the table.