“Good.” She licks her lips as she looks up at me. “I want to make you come. That’s exactly what I want.”
I’m torn. I want to finish the interview with answers that are halfway coherent. But I also want to shove my cock right back into Heather’s warm, waiting mouth.
“Mr. Parker? Are you there?” Evelyn’s voice pulls me back to reality.
I glance down at Heather, and she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
I unmute the call, but keep my hand in Heather’s hair. “Spit on it,” I mouth, then watch as she immediately follows the command.
“Sorry. I’m here, Evelyn,” I say. “What was the question?”
“What can you tell me about the team’s plans for the playoffs?”
“Well, the most important thing is to get out there and just play. When you start overthinking, that’s when it gets tough. We just want to focus on our game.”
“That’s a great answer,” she says. “You’re always so level-headed.”
Heather’s lips press softly against the head of my cock, and then she slides her tongue around the ridge and sucks it back into her mouth. She’s going slow, and the teasing is almost more than I can handle.
“What about the team chemistry?” Evelyn continues. “How do you think the season has been for everyone?”
“Good. Really good.”
Heather takes me deep, and I nearly forget how to breathe.
“I mean, we’ve had a great year,” I manage.
Evelyn says something else, but Heather takes the opportunity to suck harder and stroke her hand along the base of my shaft.
“I’m sorry,” I choke out. “I think we must have a bad connection. Could you repeat that?”
“I said I think that’s all I have for you right now, but is there anything else you’d like to share with our readers?”
“Just that hockey is a team sport.” My hips are moving without conscious thought, thrusting into Heather’s mouth. “And I couldn’t do what I do without the people who support me.”
I’m gonna come. Any second now, I’m gonna fucking come.
“Wonderful, Mr. Parker. That’s perfect. Thank you for your time today.”
“Thank you.”
Heather bobs her head, taking me in and out, in and out, her eyes glued to mine. She only eases up and rocks back on her heels to take a deep breath once I’ve ended the call and tossed the phone aside.
“Fuck, Hurricane. You’ve been a very, very bad girl.”
Chapter 35
Heather
My clit is throbbing, and my heart is beating so hard and fast that it feels like it’s in my throat.
I wasn’t jealous of that reporter—not really, anyway. Not for very long. But that little flash of jealousy paid off better than I ever could have imagined. Now, with him standing over me and looking so serious and hungry and possessive, I don’t regret a single one of my actions.
I don’t regret interrupting his interview or making him stumble over his words while I sucked his cock. I don’t regret wrapping myself around him and kissing him until I could feel his hard cock digging into my hip.
And I don’t regret whatever punishment he’s about to give me, either.
“You’re right. I’m a very bad girl,” I acknowledge, looking up at him through my lashes as I tug my bottom lip between my teeth. “So what are you going to do about it?”
