I looked into Sam’s eyes and felt him fill me with his solid cock. I loved it. The way he made me feel. The way my body vibrated under him. The way I wanted to try new things with him. He hilted himself inside me and I parted my lips as he shoved his thumb into my mouth. I began to suck furiously, feeling the coiling start to take off inside me.

He grinned, watching me come undone. But I couldn’t stop sucking or clenching around his cock. He drove his shaft inside and I shattered, screaming his name.

“Sam! Oh God, please, please.” He scooped his arms under me and pulled me to his damp chest while I shivered from my toes with the sensations sweeping through me. He was buried deep inside me.

I realized I was the only one who came and looked at his wicked smile. We were both upright and I could ride him, sliding up and down over his cock.

“Oh, yeah,” he coaxed me.

My nipples rubbed against the solid planes of his chest and the friction was enough to make me come again. Every nerve in my body felt alive and exposed. I leaned into a slight backbend using my hands to support me when his mouth dove toward my breast. He licked and lapped at it.

“Did I tell you you have the most perfect tits?”

“No,” I moaned. I was going under again.

His teeth nipped at one and then the other. It was a delicious pain that ran a shock of electricity from my nipples to my core every time I felt his teeth.

“Did I tell you last time how much I love hearing dirty French on your sexy lips?”

I shook my head. “You mean when I say baise-moi?” I smiled wickedly.

He pulled me forward into a kiss and I moaned at the taste of his lips.

“I don’t want this to stop,” I whispered. I moved up and down, driving him wild. But I could tell he was holding back.

“It doesn’t have to.”

I pressed down on his shoulders, keeping the tip of his erection at my entrance, then sank down swiftly.

“Fuck, Natalia.” He yanked at my hair and I smiled.

“I want to make you come too. And then do it all over again.”

“We want the same thing.” He bit at my lip.

I hadn’t thought past tonight or past the few hours together, but I knew this wasn’t going to be the fix we promised each other would cure the problem we had. No, this was only feeding a hungry monster. I wanted him more. I wanted him again. I wanted him tomorrow and next week. Tonight wasn’t going to be enough. One more time would never be enough.

I wondered if we did want the same thing. Did he want more than tonight? Or was this going to be enough for him? Would he get me out of his head like he mentioned and go back to playing a game every Sunday that paid him millions of dollars? Was I the distraction or the cure?

He amazed me with his strength. His hands landed on my waist and he lifted me on to the bed. Before I could adjust myself or get my bearings, he rolled me to my stomach. He surprised me again when instead of bringing to my knees, he lifted my hips enough to slide his cock to my entrance.

I groaned when he pushed inside and I felt his lips on my ear. His fingers entwined mine and our hips moved together, pulling and pushing, grasping and clinging, until we were on the same cliff, taking the same dive into a pool of ecstasy. It fell over us like rain. Sam pinned me to the bed while he pulsed inside me with strong thrusts, and my orgasm scattered through my limbs. He sucked at my earlobe and growled with satisfaction until his breathing became normal again. He slowly rolled from my back and pulled me to his chest.

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know if there were words.

But Sam broke the silence for me.

“I have to see you again.”

And that was when I realized we were never going to give this up.

* * *

We sat facing each other on the bed, eating a tray of room service. Sam dipped a strawberry in whipped cream and dotted it on my nipple before taking a swipe with his tongue.

“Tastes so much better on your tits,” he explained.

I swatted at him. But it felt amazing when his tongue was on my breasts.

“We’re trying to figure this out,” I reminded him.

“Right.”

I picked at a waffle on another plate and took a bite. Breakfast food in the middle of the night was the best.

“If I’m caught with you, I lose my job and am no longer on the Warriors payroll.”

“We’ve covered that.”

I looked at him. “But you don’t seem to care, since you make a million dollars and I barely make forty-thousand a year.”

“Then let me pay you.”

My eyes widened. “Like a hooker?”

“Okay, bad idea.”

“Very.”

He picked up a piece of bacon. “And you can’t get another job?”

“Can you?”

“It’s different. I’m in my dream job. And you aren’t.”

I lowered my eyes. “But I will be again. I need to make it to March when I can audition for the troupe again.”

“Darlin’, it’s October.”

“We can do this for six months, right?” I fidgeted with the waffle. I didn’t want to tell him I was financially strapped and I wasn’t going to beg my family for money. That wasn’t an option for me. I could make it on my own dancing.

Besides, the last month had been more fun than the entire summer of training. I was starting to see why the other girls loved it so much.

“Sneak around? Pretend we’re not sleeping together?”

I nodded. “Yes, exactly that.”

He laughed. “I’d rather not. I want you when I want you, and this is fucking inconvenient.”

“It’s not going to be convenient ever.” I realized this was going to be a disaster. We couldn’t have an actual relationship.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you’re always going to be a Wrangler. And that means practice, games, and press events.”

“So?”

“So, I’m going back to the ballet and that means performances, traveling, and practices as well. We won’t ever be in the same city. Maybe we should agree that tonight is the last time.” I felt a lump in my throat.

“Hell, no. I don’t give up that easily.”

“It’s not giving up. It’s being practical, Sam. A ballerina and a football player? This isn’t a movie. It’s not going to work. The sex might be amazing, but what do we have when the sex is over?”

He sat forward. “That’s the part we figure out together.”

I didn’t expect that answer. “What?”

He ran his finger through the bowl of whipped cream and coated my nipples. They hardened under his touch.

“Sam… this isn’t going to solve our problem.”

But my head reeled back as his lips sealed over one nipple and sucked before clamping onto the other one, licking them clean of the whipped cream.

He reached for the bowl a second time, and slathered my entire breasts. I laid back on the sheets as he licked and sucked.

“Sam,” I whimpered.

“You feel it, don’t you?” He studied my eyes.

I nodded.

My breasts were sticky from the whipped cream, but my skin glowed with anticipation for what he’d do next.

“Then we’ll figure it out,” he explained. He hovered over me and I had a hard time imagining I could tell him no. But there was no logic to this. How could we possibly work?

“But…”

“Shh.” He pressed a finger to my lips. “You have to leave in an hour and I want to fuck you so you know there will be a next time.”

“I want a next time.”

“Me too.”

“Sam?”

“Hmm?”

His hands slid over my slit and I sighed. “That position earlier.”

“The one on your stomach?” He flicked over my clit and I jerked.

“Yes, that one.” I breathed. “I’d never tried it before.”

He pushed my knees to the side and settled over me. “It’s called the dragon, baby.”

Holy hell. I looked at the dragon emblazoned on his arm and wanted to ask the most obvious question, but I pulled him toward me as my legs fell open and he plunged deep inside me. I bowed off the bed.

We had an hour together, and suddenly I knew what Sam meant by proving there was a next time.