wall, his hands cupping the swell of her bottom. His fingertips dug into her ample flesh. Slowly, agonizingly so, he withdrew and thrust forward, beginning an easy rhythm.
Annie clung to him, her face buried in his neck as he moved. With every movement, he went deeper and thrust harder, driving her closer and closer to the edge. His breath was hot and ragged in her ear, mingling with soft whispers she couldn’t quite understand over her own cries.
She was nearly there, aching to go over the precipice, yet hesitant to let all this go. Her teeth gritted tight, her nails digging into his flexing shoulder blades. “Not yet,” she panted. Annie wasn’t ready to stop. She hadn’t had enough of him yet.
She couldn’t resist Nate. The rush of her addiction pumped through her veins, and the fears from her past slipped into her mind. This was why she had stayed so far away. She knew she wasn’t strong enough. She couldn’t deny him her body when it was all she wanted to give him.
Nate was not deterred by her apparent refusal. He widened his stance, gripping her with almost crushing strength to thrust in short, quick movements that left her no choice in the matter. The pressure built up, washing over her like a tidal wave. She was swept up in it, overwhelmed by the sensations she had deprived herself of for so long.
“Yes,” Nate hissed into her ear, coaxing her release as he held her thrashing body tight against him. When she stilled, softening in his arms from exhaustion, he moved quickly, shouting out her name with his last few thrusts.
Exhausted, he eased her back against the wall, resting her bottom on the railing. It was cold, but Annie didn’t care. Her whole body was throbbing, her skin feverish and slick with sweat.
Nate propped his elbows on the wall beside her and leaned against it to breathe, his body still cradled between her trembling thighs. “That—” he spoke between rapid breaths “—was worth the wait, but let’s not go another three years before we do it again.” His dark eyes studied her face for a moment before he lifted her up off the railing. With her wrapped around him, he reached over to hit the button and let the elevator continue up to his suite.
Seven
A nnie wasn’t certain how the first day of the tournament would go. She was used to playing on her own terms. Free to indulge her superstitious rituals without personal distractions. This mess was the opposite of how she liked to work.
For one, she got almost no sleep. She and Nate had made love until her muscles gave out and she simply couldn’t do anything but collapse onto the bed. When she finally did sleep, it was like a minicoma until Nate shook her shoulder and told her she had to get up.
It felt odd to wake up in Nate’s bed with him beside her. Strangely comforting and familiar. She didn’t remember this feeling from before. Then there had only been the panic of knowing she was married. Today she was still married, but that didn’t seem to bother her as much.
It was an interesting and unsettling development. She’d sat up in bed and watched him disappear down the hall in nothing but pajama pants. Almost immediately her body was ready for more of him, but she knew now was the time to focus. She had a big day ahead of her.
Before she could go downstairs, she had to get briefed by Gabe for the tenth time. She also had to get wired. That experience itself was uncomfortable enough, even with Nate’s warm hands under her blouse to distract her. The head of security had said several important things after that, but all she knew was that the tape that secured the wires pulled at her skin and itched something fierce. She still hadn’t adjusted to the idea of having Gabe listening in to her conversations all day. Same team or no, every word out of her mouth was subject to his scrutiny and she didn’t like having to worry about it on top of everything else.
Add all that onto the pressure of scoping out her fellow players
Annie clung to him, her face buried in his neck as he moved. With every movement, he went deeper and thrust harder, driving her closer and closer to the edge. His breath was hot and ragged in her ear, mingling with soft whispers she couldn’t quite understand over her own cries.
She was nearly there, aching to go over the precipice, yet hesitant to let all this go. Her teeth gritted tight, her nails digging into his flexing shoulder blades. “Not yet,” she panted. Annie wasn’t ready to stop. She hadn’t had enough of him yet.
She couldn’t resist Nate. The rush of her addiction pumped through her veins, and the fears from her past slipped into her mind. This was why she had stayed so far away. She knew she wasn’t strong enough. She couldn’t deny him her body when it was all she wanted to give him.
Nate was not deterred by her apparent refusal. He widened his stance, gripping her with almost crushing strength to thrust in short, quick movements that left her no choice in the matter. The pressure built up, washing over her like a tidal wave. She was swept up in it, overwhelmed by the sensations she had deprived herself of for so long.
“Yes,” Nate hissed into her ear, coaxing her release as he held her thrashing body tight against him. When she stilled, softening in his arms from exhaustion, he moved quickly, shouting out her name with his last few thrusts.
Exhausted, he eased her back against the wall, resting her bottom on the railing. It was cold, but Annie didn’t care. Her whole body was throbbing, her skin feverish and slick with sweat.
Nate propped his elbows on the wall beside her and leaned against it to breathe, his body still cradled between her trembling thighs. “That—” he spoke between rapid breaths “—was worth the wait, but let’s not go another three years before we do it again.” His dark eyes studied her face for a moment before he lifted her up off the railing. With her wrapped around him, he reached over to hit the button and let the elevator continue up to his suite.
Seven
A nnie wasn’t certain how the first day of the tournament would go. She was used to playing on her own terms. Free to indulge her superstitious rituals without personal distractions. This mess was the opposite of how she liked to work.
For one, she got almost no sleep. She and Nate had made love until her muscles gave out and she simply couldn’t do anything but collapse onto the bed. When she finally did sleep, it was like a minicoma until Nate shook her shoulder and told her she had to get up.
It felt odd to wake up in Nate’s bed with him beside her. Strangely comforting and familiar. She didn’t remember this feeling from before. Then there had only been the panic of knowing she was married. Today she was still married, but that didn’t seem to bother her as much.
It was an interesting and unsettling development. She’d sat up in bed and watched him disappear down the hall in nothing but pajama pants. Almost immediately her body was ready for more of him, but she knew now was the time to focus. She had a big day ahead of her.
Before she could go downstairs, she had to get briefed by Gabe for the tenth time. She also had to get wired. That experience itself was uncomfortable enough, even with Nate’s warm hands under her blouse to distract her. The head of security had said several important things after that, but all she knew was that the tape that secured the wires pulled at her skin and itched something fierce. She still hadn’t adjusted to the idea of having Gabe listening in to her conversations all day. Same team or no, every word out of her mouth was subject to his scrutiny and she didn’t like having to worry about it on top of everything else.
Add all that onto the pressure of scoping out her fellow players
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