“Oh my God, yes! And you went to his penthouse after and ran off when he almost kissed you!” Peyton hollered over the music, completely wasted and unaware of her surroundings.
Spencer laughed, shaking his head.
“Well, meet Hunter. My client that night.” I had no idea if they’d remember this conversation in the morning, but in case they did, I added, “And Hunter, don’t worry. This is a circle of trust. No one else needs to know you hired me that night.”
“Especially, because she won’t be available to be hired by anyone else. There isn’t a need for that anymore, right, Avery?”
I had to admit, it was hot as hell that Spencer wanted to stake his claim even though Hunter was nothing but a respectful client from my past.
Feeding into his need to claim me, I cupped his jaw and laid a hot and heavy kiss on his lips in front of everyone for the first time. With my friends standing around, and Hunter too, he rested his hand on my lower back.
“You in town for some preseason?” Spencer addressed Hunter after I tore my lips away from his.
“Yeah. There are a lot of new guys on the team this year. A lot of prospects from the AHL waiting for their call up. I wanted a weekend away before the season got started, so I came to check them out.”
“It’s going to be a good fucking year, I know it. Jayson has filled me in on all the guys I’m not working with already, and it sounds like a team to fear.”
“How about we don’t talk about hockey anymore and do a round of shots? Now that Spencer is here and the whole gang istogether.” Andi held up a bottle of tequila like she was the one offering bottle service.
“Can’t say no to that!” I giggled, opening my mouth for her to pour the liquor down my throat.
“Wait, Andi, not yet!” Peyton grabbed the salt the cocktail server left behind, handing it to me. “Lick his neck.”
Knowing exactly where Peyton was getting with this, I licked Spencer’s neck and applied the salt. Peyton followed by putting a wedge of lime in his mouth.
“Okay! Ready!” Peyton nodded at Andi.
My gaze briefly caught on Spencer’s chest, his breath picking up before I swiped my tongue along his throat once more, this time gathering the salt. Opening my mouth, Andi poured the silver liquid down my throat; the burn immediately rushed through my body. Spencer’s eyes were dark. The same look burned in his eyes as it did when his hand was up my dress just moments ago. I pushed him down, his ass hitting the booth when my lips squeezed around the lime, the tart flavor from the juice erasing the harsh flavor of the tequila.
“Now that’s one hell of a way to take a shot.” Peyton fanned her face.
“Fuck, it’s hot in here. Now, who wants the next one?” Andi held up the bottle, and Hunter stepped up to the plate with no intention of hiding the way his eyes raked over her body.
Spencer put his pointer finger on my chin, shifting my attention back on him. “Bella, you’re sitting on my lap with no panties, and I swear to God, I’m not going to last a minute longer if I don’t get you back to the hotel. Especially after that little show.”
The moment I saw him enter the nightclub, I knew I’d be escaping early. And luckily, my friends could handle themselves—especially with Hunter around.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Get me out of here.”
Avery laidagainst my chest with only a thin sheet between us. Her bare ass and long tanned leg popped out, hanging over my body as she caught her breath.
My driver picked us up from the club, and for the entire fifteen-minute car ride, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife. If there wasn’t a risk that my driver could see, I would have fucked her the second the door shut behind us.
Needless to say, once I got her back up to the room, I stripped her brand-new dress off, left her standing in her heels, and took her right against the entryway.
And again in the shower once we rinsed off.
I’d be lying if I said we wouldn’t fuck again before bed, but for now, we needed to catch our breath. Believe it or not, I wanted to talk. To see how her night was while I was at work. To see how her birthday went in general compared to others she’d had.
“Did you have a good birthday, Bella?”
Her cheek lifted from my chest and her sleepy blue eyes glanced up at me.
“I’ve never had a better birthday in my life. I think twenty-five might be my year,” she answered, sealing her sincerity with a kiss to my lips.
My chest swelled with pride.
“What was your favorite part?”
