29. Chapter 26
Mari
T he news hit the media in a flash. The top contender in the light heavyweight division of the UFL, Chance Riordan, would take on the current champion, Randy Rager, in eight weeks.
‘I’m itching for it. It wouldn’t take me eight weeks to get ready for Rager, but he’d need a year to get ready for me,’ Riordan says.
‘This one’ll be more than a main event. I’m coming for blood and bones, Riordan,’ Rager responds.
I snapped my laptop shut quickly when the office door burst open. A very sweaty Chance strolled in, kicking the door shut behind him wearing nothing but a white, fluffy towel.
Guess that isn’t sweat …
“Aren’t you meant to have a session with Al and JJ?
” I asked, fidgeting with a pair of prototype boxing gloves on my desk, desperate to find a distraction from that valiant white towel that was hiding this man’s magic orgasm stick.
The kind that puts a spell on you, leaving you lusting, pent-up and having dirty dreams for weeks.
It took a second to catch onto the fact that Chance was levelling me with a look. He cleared his throat before unzipping the duffel bag on his desk, a small smirk playing on his lips.
“That finished about an hour ago, Sunny,” he replied, stacking up a change of clothes.
An unwanted frown tugged at my lips. Of course, what happened earlier had been a heat of the moment thing.
Don’t overthink it, Mari. He can get orgasms elsewhere, as he very asshole-ily informed you.
“They head off already?” I squeaked, avoiding watching the glorious muscles in his back work as he moved.
“Yup.” He paused. “That a problem?”
“W-why would it be a problem?” Curse my inconveniently timed voice cracks. Apparently, I was hitting puberty again—at least that would explain my sudden spike in libido.
“Just wasn’t sure if you needed more time to … cool off ,” he replied, though his tone told me he knew I’d need another century to be able to cool off.
“I’m plenty cooled off, thank you.” Fake it ’til you make it, right? “Cool as a cucumber.”
“That so?”
“Sure is. Sorry if your ego was expecting me to be a puddle on the floor after your little performance earlier.”
His ego had been right on the money with that one. I’d hidden out in the office trying to think about anything but jumping Chance Riordan’s bones for … well, three hours now.
“Pity,” was all he said.
“Pity?”
“Yeah. Pity.” He turned to face me, that bored tone no match for the heat burning in his gaze. “Was happy to offer some help … cooling off . But it appears my services are not required.”
Every thought in my brain was alight with a fire I had no control over.
“It seems I’m not the one in need of services, Riordan,” I said, standing from my chair and folding my arms over my chest. His eyes flickered to the movement. “It seems you’re the one still standing in my office in nothing but a towel.”
“ Our office,” he corrected, closing distance towards me.
I scrambled backwards until I was halfway leaning over my desk.
“Get dressed, Riordan. JJ brings enough unwanted nudity into this place.” Every word came out breathier than the last.
He was close to me; I could feel his warmth. Like a burning fire in the yard on a cold winter night. It irked me how homely, how safe it felt.
He’s a fighter — he’s anything but safe.
“Stop staring at the towel around my waist. Look me in the eyes and tell me to back down and I will, Mari.”
Hearing his deep voice say my name was another form of heaven. Or torture because I knew I couldn’t have this man.
He’s a fighter .
“Come on, Sunny. Look at me.” He pushed.
I looked up.
Rookie mistake.
I was swimming, or floating, or drowning. Which one? I had no idea. I was surrounded by that eternal expanse of balmy blue liquid. It was too warm to be a pool, and too calm to be an ocean.
It was him .
It was passion and lust and him .
“Well?” he asked, brows raised, hands loosely by his sides.
“Huh?”
The corners of his lips rose, and he stepped in a touch farther. “I’m waiting for you to tell me to back down, Sunny.” His fingers brushed my cheek as he tucked a stray curl out of my face. “Say the word and I’ll stop.”
“And what if I don’t want you to stop?” I breathed.
A wicked, feral grin erupted across his face one second. The next, my backside was in his hands and my feet off the floor.
He set me down on the edge of my desk, swiping the contents away like those criminally hot men do in movies.
Except this wasn’t a movie, this was real .
Chance Riordan had cleared my desk for me, so he could do lord knows what with me on it.
The thought was invigorating. I trembled, shook in anticipation.
Hands on either sides of my hips, he caged me in. His nose skimmed up my neck as he breathed me in. My pulse skittered, the rhythm of an entire bag of M&M’S being poured on the floor. He loosed a chesty, devilish rumble. A sound of satisfaction and delight.
Hot lips and breath found my neck. Slowly, so fucking slowly it was agonising, they moved. Up, down, and around. As if he was trying to taste every inch of my skin, leave nothing untouched. A hurried shiver shot up my spine and a shaky breath tumbled out.
“Mmmm,” he mumbled into my neck. “Wherever shall I start with you?”
Somehow, without me noticing, he’d gotten the button of my shorts undone followed by my zipper. His pointer finger ran tauntingly up and down my exposed panties.
Once again, fantastic choice, past-Mari, on the underwear .
“Maybe here?” he said, though it sounded more like a plan than question.
Without warning, his finger slipped through the open zipper, immediately meeting the soaked fabric. I hissed a breath through clenched teeth. I urged, begged, pleaded with my legs to stop shaking.
I know it’s been a while for you, Mari. But please don’t embarrass yourself by coming before he’s actually touched you .
“Just a taste.” He dipped a finger behind the wet thong. Using that painfully slow touch, he slid up my folds. Bursts and jolts of electricity came to life in my body.
He removed the finger, only to suck it deeply.
“Tease,” I panted.
His eyes darkened on my face. “Darling, you haven’t even seen teasing yet.”
“Prove it,” I dared.
“Not tonight,” he replied, freezing my blood over momentarily. “Tonight I want you hard and fast, coming so hard you can’t see straight. That alright with you?”
“You can try,” I attempted, tongue-tied.. I really did my best to sound like his words didn’t have every cell in my body vibrating with excitement.
His eyes didn’t leave my mouth. “Last chance to say ‘no’, Sunny baby. I want you too damn bad to stop.”
He leaned in, and I braced for the impact of his ferocious mouth that I’d been dreaming about.
“I don’t care who sees us. Who hears us. I don’t fucking care if the building collapses around us. So long as I get to be inside you again.”
My panties may as well have slipped right onto the floor then and there.
“So, I’ll ask you once again, Sunny baby,” he purred. “Are you gonna tell me to back down?”
“No,” I breathed.