All In by Aleah Barley

gasping, groaning. “Oh, God!”
    Ryan’s lips tweaked upward. “Close enough?”
    “Huh?” She grasped for understanding, but her mind was fuzzy. For the first time in her life, Daisy Adams couldn’t think past the pleasure she was experiencing. She liked it. A lot.
    “You were supposed to call out my name.” Ryan’s chin rubbed against her cheek, his five o’clock shadow rasping against her skin. His hips never stopped moving. His words shivered past her ear, “But ‘oh, God’ is close enough.”
    The man had a swollen head. Thank God.
    His hips picked up speed, his pelvis moving back and forth against hers. The increased rhythm caused Daisy’s body to react without thinking. When she came for the third time in less than an hour, he followed less than a second later.
    “Fuck, babe,” he groaned as he pumped deep inside her.
    She waited for him to pull away—to go clean up in the bathroom or slink off to find his clothes—but instead he slumped forward on top of her.
    All that weight and heat shouldn’t have been sexy, but that didn’t stop her from reaching for his golden curls. Her fingers tugged the strands. This was the part where she was supposed to thank him for a job well done and send him on his way.
    It was what she’d always done before.
    “I want to do that again,” she said, surprising herself.
    “Give me a year or two to recover,” Ryan murmured.
    They didn’t have a year or two. They only had this one night. Daisy couldn’t lose her heart. She couldn’t fall in love, but if this night was going to be the thing that kept her warm and smiling when she was the crazy old professor who told stories about her cats, then she wanted to wring every drop of pleasure she could get from it.
    “Now.” She reached down between them, shifting her weight backward so they were no longer connected. Her fingers skimmed the condom, removing it quickly and dropping it into the trashcan beside the bed.
    Then her fingers gripped his cock and gave a soft tug.
    “Greedy,” Ryan said.
    “Are you complaining?”
    “Hell no,” he huffed. “Just give me a minute.” He wrapped himself tight around her, squeezing her hard to his side. “I like holding you,” he murmured into the top of her head. “You fit just right.”
    Yeah, she knew.
    That was the problem.

Chapter Nine
    The next morning Daisy woke up bright, early, and satisfied. She also wasn’t alone. Sometime after their third—or was it fourth—round, they’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms.
    She held her breath as she shifted her weight up off Ryan’s leg.
    No reaction.
    Good. He was still asleep.
    She snuck off the bed and into the hotel bathroom to assess the damage. There were abrasions on her cheeks from Ryan’s five o’clock shadow and bruises on her hips from where he’d gripped her tight. A small bite mark was visible on her right collarbone. Her muscles were so damn sore… She hadn’t even known that last position was physically possible.
    The bite mark could be hidden under clothing. The abrasions would disappear under makeup.
    But there was nothing she could do about the smile on her face or the aching in her heart. For the first time in her life, Daisy wondered what it might be like to be in a real relationship. Coming home to the same man every day didn’t sound so bad, if the man was Ryan. Falling in love—
    Her smile faltered.
    It was just good sex. Chemistry. Biology.
    No one was falling in love.
    No one was getting their heart broken.
    She needed to get out of there before Ryan woke up. They’d finish out the tournament, she’d catch her bad guy, and then they’d go their separate ways. It wouldn’t be too hard. They were complete opposites. She was a college professor. He was an FBI agent. She was short. He was tall. She lived in Los Angeles. He lived in…she didn’t even know where he lived.
    All she needed to do was get through the next three days.
    Doable. Totally doable.
    She took a quick shower,