Chapter 40 #2
Turning her around, I push her against the counter and slide her panties off.
I keep my eyes locked on hers in the mirror as I position the head of my cock near her wet entrance.
Grabbing her ass, I slowly push myself inside, groaning in pleasure when I feel her wetness wrap around me.
I pull out of her and then drive my length inside her all at once.
Her loud moans bounce off the walls as I pick up the pace of my thrusts. She moves her ass back, matching my rhythm.
“I love watching you fuck me,” she says, gazing at our reflection in the restroom mirror.
“Yeah? I love it too, baby.” Fisting her hair, I yank her head back and hammer into her, driving myself deeper with each thrust.
“Oh, fuck, Maddox!” she cries out, her knuckles whitening around the counter. “Don’t stop!”
I let out a groan, feeling my balls tighten as I watch myself pound into her tight pussy. The sound of her moans and the faces she makes is bringing me closer to the edge.
I continue to move inside her, and when her walls clamp down on my dick, I’m a goner.
“Fuck, Annalise!” I collapse onto her, my fingers gripping her ass as I flood her pussy with my release.
After we get cleaned up and do our best to make ourselves look presentable, we head back out to mingle with our friends.
“What were you two up to?” Elijah lifts his brows, smiling at us knowingly.
“Just exploring other parts of the club,” I say.
“More like exploring Annalise,” Mazikeen chimes in. “Next time y’all fuck in public, put a gag on her. We could hear her moaning over the loud music.”
Heat flames Annalise’s cheeks and I let out a cough.
“W-wait what? Are you serious?” Annalise says, her eyes flicking from Mazikeen to Elijah.
They both laugh hysterically, earning an eye roll from Annalise and me.
“Y’all make it so damn obvious.” Elijah shakes his head, taking a sip out of his drink.
“I need to pee.” Mazikeen gets up from her seat. “Which one did y’all fuck in, so I can avoid it?”
“Honestly, I wasn’t paying attention.” I look at Annalise, grinning.
She lets out a soft chuckle and Mazikeen wrinkles her nose.
“You two are gross.”
“A little more to the left. Yes, that’s the spot. Oh, fuck, that hurts.” I grunt as Annalise digs her thumb into my shoulder, releasing the tight knot.
Tomorrow night is the first game of the conference semifinals, and we’re facing off against Seattle. Their star player, Thomas Everett, is a fucking beast on the court, and beating Seattle will be way more challenging than LA.
I’ve been overdoing it during practice, and the large knot that formed on my shoulder has been causing discomfort to my arms and neck.
“Does that feel better?” she asks, plopping down next to me on the couch.
I roll my shoulders back. “Yes, much better. Thank you.” Pulling her close, I plant a kiss on her cheek.
She rests her head on my shoulder, threading her fingers through mine. “How are you feeling about the game tomorrow night?”
“My stress levels have been through the roof.” I blow air out of my cheeks. “The first round was a breeze, but Seattle will give us a run for our money.”
I let out a heavy sigh, fixing my gaze on my lap. “There’s been so much weight on my shoulders lately. If we get eliminated after this round, I’m going to be so disappointed in myself.”
“Have you forgotten who you are?” She arches a brow, folding her arms over her chest.
I lift my eyes to meet hers.
“You are Maddox freaking Kamado. This is only your second year in the NBA, and look at how much you’ve achieved. You are the number-one player in the league, you’re in the running for MVP, and the Dragons have advanced to the playoffs for the first time in decades—because of you.”
Tsuki scoots onto my lap and barks.
“See? Even Tsuki agrees with me,” she says, rubbing the fluffy Samoyed’s head.
I let out a small chuckle as my worries fade away and my mood lifts. “Thanks for always believing in me, Rosie.”
“Always.” She kisses me softly on the lips.
“What do you feel like watching?” I ask, grabbing the remote.
She glances at the time on her phone. “Ooh! The Scoop should be on right now!”
The Scoop is a talk show hosted by Zoey Hartman. She is the main source for the latest celebrity gossip and scandals.
I let out a groan. “I’d rather watch a scary movie than listen to Zoey Hartman talk.”
She cocks her brow. “Oh? So we can watch The Ring?”
“Oh, fuck no! That gave me nightmares for years.”
She chuckles, and I flip through the channel to find her requested show.
“I wonder if she’s gonna give us an update about what’s going on with S.T.O.R.M.”
S.T.O.R.M. is a pop group consisting of five women—Sasha, Tori, Olivia, Rainey, and Morgan. The rest of their world tour was recently canceled, and people are speculating that Rainey slept with Sasha’s boyfriend.
I only know this because Annalise told me—I never keep up with celebrity gossip. I’ve only caught snippets of The Scoop when she mentioned it, or when photos of me with an actress—or some other celebrity—got leaked.
Thankfully, I haven’t been the subject of her conversations as of late.
“Good evening, everyone! Welcome to The Scoop!” The crowd cheers as Zoey struts onto the stage wearing a hot-pink dress.
“Tonight, I’ve got the juiciest gossip of the season—so buckle up.” She flashes a sly smile, clearly savoring the moment.
I relax a little—until the giant screen behind her flickers to life.
A massive photo of me fills the screen.
I spoke too soon.
“What the fuck?” I jolt upright, heart hammering.
“The most eligible bachelor, Maddox Kamado, who is notorious for his skills both on and off the court…” Zoey says, pausing for dramatic effect. I can feel my heart racing and I glance over at Annalise, who is nervously chewing on her fingernails.
“…is officially off the market!” Zoey declares, grinning.
The photo of me then fades away, replaced by another image that drains all the color from my face. On the screen behind her is a photo of Annalise and me standing on the tarmac next to my private jet, kissing passionately.
And, just like that, our relationship has been exposed to the entire world.