I hum, drawing her closer. “For me, right?”
“For my team,” she sasses. “I scream for you all the time.”
“Damn right you do. Because you’re my good girl.”
She shivers, biting her lip. I slide my hands up her back, loving her reactions whenever I praise her.
It amazes me that after we’ve been together for months, I’m still this starved for her, always turned on by her mere existence.She could be standing at the coffee maker with greasy hair from a three-day work binge and I want her with every fiber of my being.
“I totally used to dream about making out at the rink with you,” she murmurs against the corner of my mouth. “You were so hot in your hockey jersey. I’d imagine practicing my routine and catching your attention. Making out in the penalty box.”
“Yeah?”
I capture her mouth, deepening the kiss when she gasps in delight. Her legs lock around me and I shift closer. The memory of her figure skating overlaps with the girl who stole my heart. The girl who’s all mine now.
I pull back to marvel at her. Her eyes remain shut, a serene smile gracing her beautiful features.
“I’ll need to update my fantasy. Making out with a hockey coach is definitely sexier than making out with a player.”
A rumble sounds in my chest and my fingers sink into her hair. “Come here.”
We crash together in a rush of hot breaths and tongues. I swallow every sound she makes, hands pushing beneath her sweater.
A door bangs open at the other end of the rink. I tear away from her with a disgruntled sigh, helping her down.
“Campus security,” I mutter. “Let’s go back to my office so he doesn’t catch us together.”
We hurry from the practice rink without making a sound, carefully shutting the door. She muffles a giggle with the sleeve of her hoodie covering her hand as we jog the halls.
In my office, I lock the door. She perches on the desk, grinning when she spots the notepad I’m using. Taking her phone out, she snaps a photo of it in action and sets it aside.
I saunter over to her, grasping her throat lightly. “Where were we?”
She hums into it when I pull her to me for a kiss. Her hands slide beneath my shirt, nails scraping my skin when I nip her lip.
We separate only long enough for me to help her peel off the hoodie, then I’m on her again, dragging open-mouthed kisses along her jaw.
She plants her palms on my chest and pushes me. I collapse into the chair, watching intently as she lowers herself between my legs. She’s only in her leggings and a bra. Thinking becomes difficult, blood rushing to my hardening cock.
Her hands splay on my thighs, inching inward until she reaches my erection. “Is that for me? I’ll have to do something about it.”
My fingers thread in her hair with a bitten off groan. “Evie. You’re killing me.”
“You’ve never thought about having my mouth on you in here, sitting between your legs under your desk?”
“Of course I have.” My head hangs back. “Making out here is one thing, but I work here with your dad. All I’ll be able to think about is my cock in your mouth if I let you give me head. I’ll never be able to look him in the eye during a strategy meeting again.”
She quirks a brow in challenge, giving my dick a squeeze through my jeans. “Are you sure?”
I fold like a house of fucking cards. I always do when it comes to her.
“We have to be quiet,” I concede.
“Me, or you?” She leans into the hand I have in her hair. “You can be loud when I blow you.”
“Both of us.”
My stomach clenches in anticipation when she lowers my zipper. I help her shove my jeans down far enough for her to pull my thick length out. She hums, eyes flicking up to meet my hooded gaze.
