“How long do you think we’re going to be here?” I asked them.
Kellan gave me a knowing glance and ran a hand over the top of his long, reddish-blond hair, which he’d put up in a bun. His freckles were prominent on his cheeks and he looked like the true Irishman he was. From what I knew about him, his family was from New York City, and he’d moved to New Gothenburg around the same time I did. We’d met at college.
He grunted. “Shouldn’t be long. Serena wants us to do some workouts with the boys, give them some exercises to do at home to strengthen their core, and then we get to go home.”
“And you’re our teacher today?” I teased.
He laughed. “I’m your supervisor, so don’t flirt with anyone while I’m around.”
“Fat chance.” Juliana shook her head. “If there’s one thing I can tell you about hockey players, it’s that they think they’re God’s gift to women everywhere.”
“And twinks,” I grumbled under my breath.
“Lane, you’ve got Declan Greenwood first. He’s one of the superstars, so don’t disappoint me.” Kellan gave me a sharp look.
I sent him a charming smile. “Never.”
Declan Greenwood wassweet and certainly not what I’d expected from a professional hockey player. He was one of the only out players in the league, and he wasn’t just married to one guy, but he was in a poly relationship with two men—his husband, and another man by the name of Logan. He told me all about them while I was giving him exercises to do at home, and I decided I liked him. He raved about his partners like a man who was head over heels, and I could respect that.
By the time I got home that afternoon, I was tired and extremely excited to see what Ross had done. Yesterday I’d given him a firm lecture about doing his tasks and punishments, so I was curious to see if he’d taken his instructions seriously today. He was so used to being mayor and having everyone do everything for him that I wouldn’t be surprised if he still hadn’t done a thing.
Happily, I was wrong. The apartment, while not perfect, was pretty damned tidy. The floors were freshly swept and scrubbed—there were still spots drying here and there—while everything in the living room was set out neatly. The smell of something delicious filled the air, and I took a deep breath in, sighing as my stomach grumbled.
“Pookie, where are you?” I yelled, grinning as I closed the door behind me and locked it.
“I’m here.” Ross walked around the island that split the kitchen from the living room, donned in that cute apron I’d told him to wear. I couldn’t see what he had underneath, but I didn’t have to guess because his strong thighs were visible and flexing under my gaze. His arms were bare, too, and the neck strap of the apron was fastened, leaving his naked shoulders free for my hungry stare. My mouth watered.
“Oh, hi.” I grinned at him and didn’t miss the flush on his cheeks as he glanced down at himself.
“Hey.”
“I see you’ve done some cleaning.” I stepped toward him and got in nice and close so I could kiss him on those sweet lips. He tasted like strawberry Pop-Tarts, which happened to be my favorite. I didn’t ask him if he’d been into the stash I’d left in the pantry because he deserved it after the hard work. “Have you applied for jobs?”
He blanched but nodded, curling his arms around my waist and dragging me closer. I peeked over his shoulder and smiled at him only wearing his underwear like I’d ordered. For that, he got a slap on the ass that made him jerk forward, slamming our groins and hardening cocks together. “I applied for a couple.”
“Which ones?” I drew his earlobe into my mouth and sucked on it gently. He hummed and moaned, clearly enjoying the attention. I’d quickly learned from our first meeting that the earlobe was one of his erogenous zones, and I paid as much attention to it as I could. Ross unravelling was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen, and teasing those special spots was how I got to see him like that.
“A few office positions.” He didn’t sound very sure of himself, and I pinched his thigh. He hissed and glared. “What was that for?”
“You’re lying to me.” I poked his chest. “You learn a lot about people when you’re a whore, Ross, and one of those things is being able to tell when someone is bullshitting. I want the truth.”
He exhaled and ran a hand over his head. “I didn’t lie, I just didn’t tell you the entire truth.”
“Which is?” I raised my eyebrows at him, waiting.
He sighed and turned his back to me, giving me the perfect view of his scrumptious ass and the way it bounced in those briefs as he walked toward the kitchen. I followed him, arms crossed and lips pursed. He went to the oven and opened it, yanking out a dish and dropping it on the stovetop carefully. He leaned in to smell whatever he was cooking. The inviting scent of baked basil, tomatoes, and cheese assaulted me and my stomach groaned, reminding me I hadn’t eaten most of the day thanks to being busy learning everything I needed to know about how the Blizzards worked out.
“They rejected me already.” He turned toward me, mouth twisted downward. “One of them even called me to see if it was really the ex-mayor who was applying. She thought it was a joke, and then she laughed and said I would not be moving any further in the application process.”
Anger stirred inside me and I straightened. “Which company?”
“It doesn’t matter, Stormy.” His shoulders slumped and that only fueled my rage.
“Who was it, Ross?” I stepped in closer to him and glanced at the food on the stove. Lasagna. Had he made this from scratch? I’d have to ask him. I had given him money to go shopping at the supermarket down the street. “Iwillmake a formal complaint, so you either tell me or I’ll punish you. Have you ever been spanked, Pookie?”
His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.
I grinned. “I didn’t think so. Who was it?”
