Connor
Edward somehow managed to find the key despite me constantly grinding myself against his hips. My hands running down his chest loving the feel of his strong pectorals against my palms. "You must work out a lot," I grinned as he pushed the keycard into the slot and it beamed green and opened.
"Connor," he quietly hissed as my lips started kissing his neck. "Stop. Anyone could see us."
It seemed the alcohol had me far gone because at that moment I purely didn't give a fuck. I couldn't stop thinking about Edward on the pitch.
He was an animal and all mine. There wasn't anything sexier than having a sportsman as your boyfriend who did an amazing job. He was MVP for the match and he deserved it all. I watched him as he had his interview and purely loved his smile.
