The Hockey Captain’s Unwanted Wife (Blair and Grayson) novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215

-CHARLOTTE-

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I woke up covered in love bites.

Luca’s mouth had been everywhere. On my throat. My breasts. The inside of my thighs. The soft place under my ear he had found last night and refused to leave alone. Places I would have to hide under a team shirt and pretend was nothing.

I could barely feel my legs.

I was still exhausted.

I was happy anyway.

Last night had been everything.

I had not thought sex with Luca would be like that. Mind-blowing was too small a word. It was unlike anything I could have imagined. I used to think those girls screaming in his room were doing too much. Performing. Making a show out of a man who collected nights and forgot names.

Turns out he was just that good.

And his cock.

Huge.

I had probably screamed louder than any of them. And I wasn’t even ashamed of it.

Best night of my entire life.

Unfortunately, I knew what the deal was.

One night.

Then forget it.

Then best friends again.

Pretend it never even happened.

That night had meant everything to me. The contract did not care. We had not exactly signed anything. We had just said the words. But we were close enough where a contract wasn’t needed. We trusted each other.

I blushed when I realized Luca was already hard…again.

I could not help staring.

So smooth. So long. Big enough that I still felt him when I shifted under the sheet.

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I wanted to lean over and take him in my mouth until he came on my tongue. Until last night was not finished. Until the rule cracked and he stopped looking at me like he was already putting the night in a box.

He groaned when he caught me looking.

His cock twitched like it had heard the thought.

“Just one night,” he said, like he was reminding himself.

I swallowed hard. Of course, he would bring that up to remind me of the rule.

“I know.”

The words tasted bitter. I did not want to remember the rule.

I needed to leave before I humiliated myself again and started begging.

Then I got out of the bed too fast, grabbed the first shirt I found-his-and locked myself in the bathroom before I could do something stupid.

Like climb back on top of him. Like ask if one night could become this morning. Like admit I did not know how to put friendship back on now that we’d crossed that line.

The mirror was honest.

Too honest.

I saw the marks. My swollen mouth. Hair that looked like he had had his hands in it for hours. A bruise blooming at the join of my neck and shoulder.

I sat on the closed lid and pressed my palms to my face and lived in last night instead of the stupid rule on the other side of the door.

He had taken me everywhere.

Against the wall. Desk. Floor. Glass. Even the showers. Yes, we’d been in more than one shower.

I remembered his voice in my ear telling Barcelona to hear me scream while his cock filled me all the way.

I remembered how he had frozen when he realized I was a virgin and still stayed. He had shaken and sworn and then given me everything anyway. Then he had said my name when he came, like it had been dragged out of him.

One night.

How could something that great only be for one night?

I had no right to be this frustrated.

That was the worst part.

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This had been my offer from the start. Sex. No strings attached. One night. I had asked for it in Italy. I had asked for it in this suite.

I could not complain now that he was doing exactly what I had said I wanted.

I still wanted to complain.

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