My fingers move faster. The tension crests.
"Come for me, Joelle. Think about my cock inside you when you do."
That's all it takes. I shatter. Crying out before I can stop myself. My whole body shakes through wave after wave. On the other end of the phone, I hear him groan my name as he follows me over. For a long moment, there's just the sound of our ragged breathing.
"Fuck," he finally says.
"Yeah."
"This is going to be a problem."
"I know."
Silence stretches between us.
"Goodnight, Trouble."
"Goodnight, Captain."
I hang up and stare at the ceiling. My whole body is still buzzing. What have I done?
27
EMMETT
Ihate these things. Charity galas. Fancy suits. Rich people throwing money around to feel good about themselves. Don't get me wrong, the cause is important. Tonight's event benefits youth hockey programs across the city, getting kids on the ice who couldn't otherwise afford it. I believe in that. But the schmoozing? The forced smiles? The women who look at me like I'm a prize to be won, it’s not my thing.
"Stop scowling." Sully elbows me as we enter the ballroom after walking the red carpet. "You look like someone pissed in your champagne."
"How could they? I don't have champagne yet."
"Let's fix that." He grabs two glasses from a passing waiter and shoves one into my hand. "Drink. Smile. Pretend you're having fun."
"I'd rather be literally anywhere else."
"Yeah, well, you're the captain. This comes with the territory." He scans the room, already spotting potential targets. "Besides, there are worse ways to spend an evening. Look at all these beautiful women."
I take a sip of champagne and don't respond because I'm waiting to see the only one I care about seeing tonight.
"Oh wow." Sully hits me.
"Ouch, what?"
"Um, there. Look who has just walked into the room."
I follow his line of sight and still.
Shit.
Joelle is across the room, and I nearly choke on my drink. She's wearing a black dress that clings to every curve. The neckline dips low enough to make my mouth go dry. Her hair is down, falling in soft waves over her bare shoulders. Gold earrings catch the light when she moves. She looks like sin wrapped in silk.
"Fuck," I croak out.
This makes him laugh. "And how's all that going?"
"Nothing's going," I bite back quickly.
"Right ..." he says slowly.
