Score Her Heart: A Marriage of Convenience Hockey Romance (Philadelphia Bulldogs Book 2) by Danica Flynn (best mystery novels of all time .txt) 📗

pulled out a condom from my wallet. I slowly rolled it on and watched her eyes get heavy with desire. I positioned myself between her legs and kissed her hard, my tongue darting into her mouth. She clawed at the back of my neck, gripping the short blond hair there while I thrust hard inside her in one quick motion. She wrapped her legs around the small of my back, and my hands went to her ass, digging into her soft skin. She moaned with each thrust, and holy fuck, I was fucking my best friend hard on top of a table in her honeymoon suite. And she was one hundred percent into it.

“Fuck, Aaron, fuck me harder,” she begged between moans, digging her nails down my back so hard it kind of stung. I smiled at the sensation; I loved that shit.

“Oh my God,” I muttered into her neck. “Love when you say my name and tell me what to do.”

She gripped my bicep and moaned some more, which definitely encouraged me to keep going. I slammed into her harder and harder until she was moaning her orgasm into my chest. I loved feeling her slender hand wrap around my arm while she did. I loved that I made her feel that way. I felt her shudder against me, and she clutched my shoulders while she moaned right into my ear. I squeezed my eyes shut to focus on not coming right then and there.

I pulled out of her, and she looked at me, surprised. “Hey, you didn’t—”

Her words were cut off when I spun her around and leaned her over the table. She leaned up against the surface on her elbows and looked over her shoulder back at me, her eyes wild with desire. Oh, fuck yeah, she was so into this.

I kissed up her spine until my lips were on her ear. “I’m not done with you yet,” I whispered.

“Oh, fuck. Baby, yes,” she moaned, and I was pretty sure she didn’t know that she said that aloud.

I ran my hand down her back and lightly swatted her ass, gauging if she would be okay with it. “Is that okay?” I asked.

“Uh huh,” she mumbled.

“Fiona…”

“Aaron, you can spank me again. I…”

A smile curled across my lips. “You what?”

She looked back at me with a sheepish look, like she was embarrassed by it, which pissed me off. Why be embarrassed by what you liked in the bedroom? Fuck that noise. If my wife liked to take it from behind and have her ass spanked, I was going to give her exactly what she wanted. If she wanted to tie me up, I would do that too. And if she wanted to spank me? Well, shit, I would probably let her do that too. I would let this woman do whatever she wanted to do to me.

“I like that,” she admitted.

I grinned and slapped her ass again, this time a little harder. “Oh, yeah?”

“Uh huh. You can do it harder…if you want. I like it…a lot.”

I might have come just by hearing those words, but I didn’t slap her ass again. Instead, I gripped her hips and took her, the table shaking hard as I thrust into her with all my might. She moaned her encouragement for me to keep the hard and fast pace, and I pulled her further down the table so her lower half was more accessible. I dipped a hand around her to rub her clit at the same time as I pumped in and out of her as hard as I could. I held onto her hips as she came undone on top of the table, and soon I joined her in ecstasy. The last thought as my brain was coming back into focus was that I wished she loved me like I loved her.

Chapter Five

FIONA

When my brain came back online, I blinked and noticed that my chest was completely folded over the top of the table, and my cheek was pressed up against the wood. I felt Riley pull out of me, but his big hand lingered on my ass, rubbing one of the cheeks soothingly. I had to admit, it did sting a little when he had been slapping my ass, but at the same time, it was exhilarating. Eric never was interested in ways to spice up our sex life; it was rare if he wanted to do doggy-style, which pissed me off because the angle always made me come immediately. Actually, it was like the only way I could come. Okay, that wasn’t necessarily true, but it was my favorite position.

“Sorry,” Riley offered in a quiet voice.

I removed myself from the table and turned around to face him. “For what?” I asked, confused by the apology. What was he apologizing for? Giving me the best sex of my life?

“You have a handprint on your ass,” he explained with a sly grin. “Was I too rough?”

I shook my head slowly and started gathering up my clothes. He walked away to get rid of the condom, which was great because then I didn’t have to look him in the eye. The sex had been rough, but I fucking loved it. I liked a man who could take charge like that. Eric had always treated me like glass, like if he wasn’t gentle enough, I would break. I loved an aggressive alpha-male that liked to be in charge in bed. And I may have goaded Riley into that sex session because I wanted to know if last night was a drunken fluke. It certainly was not, and there was this thing digging its way inside my heart when he had apologized for being too rough. I still didn’t understand why he wanted this marriage to be real, but if sex with him was always going to be that passionate, maybe I could be persuaded to stick around.

He walked back into the living room, still naked, his chest