“Dustin! We need to get serious. I’m getting kicked out of the country. Let’s get our story straight.”
A stroke of genius hit me. “We met in line for a bar after one of my games in college. You’re a puck bunny.”
She smiled sweetly, but it seemed a little fake, and walked over to me. “Honey. If you ever call me a puck bunny again, I’ll divorce you.”
“You’ll what?” I growled, standing up. I went over to my suitcase and put on some fresh briefs.
“I said, ‘I’ll divorce you.’”
“Don’t throw that around lightly, like it’s an actual threat. We’re in this together.”
“Fine. But I don’t appreciate that term ‘puck bunny.’ I just don’t like it.”
“You’re married to a hockey player now. It stands to reason that, you know, you find hockey players hot. That’s what a puck bunny is.”
“Idon’tfind hockey players hot, though.”
“Oh?” I arched an eyebrow and walked back over to her. She was still sitting on the bed in a towel.
“That’s right,” she said, looking up at me defiantly.
“So just me?” I gritted out.
She didn’t answer.
“I’ll make you a deal,” I said in a low voice, running my hand along her chin. “If you’re not wet right now, I won’t ever call you a puck bunny again.”
Her lips parted, and I pointed her chin up toward me with my index finger. She didn’t say anything, but her heart was hammering so hard I could feel the vibrations through her chin.
We kept our eyes locked on each other as I undid her towel, revealing her gorgeous naked body in all its glory as she leaned back on her hands.
“It’s okay to be turned on,” I told her. “It’s only natural I mean, I am.”
It was the curve of her hips.
The hardness of her nipples.
The way her beautiful brown eyes reflected the light.
She turned me on like crazy.
I slid my hand slowly down the side of her body, and I could practically feel the desire emanating from her. She felt hot.
Once my finger got past her belly button, she bit her lip, holding back a smile.
With a gentle push, I spread her left leg to the side and landed my finger on her clit.
It was slick.
“No fair,” she whispered. “We just had sex twenty minutes ago. I still have an afterglow.”
I smirked. She wanted to challenge me, and I liked that in my wife. But I was also not a doormat.
“I don’t really care about you being a puck bunny,” I growled. “But when you say you’re not attracted to hockey players, well, that’s an outright lie. I’ll have no lying in my presence.”
“Fine,” she moaned. “Notnormallyattracted to hockey players. Just you.” I lifted my finger off her clit.
“Well, I’m glad we cleared that up,” I said.
