“Five more mopey minutes, then downstairs for dessert. I got the pie you like from the bakery on Colfax.”
“Thanks, Pops.”
It’s the one treat I allow myself during the season. Who doesn’t love chocolate mousse pie?
I make good use of every one of the five minutes. It’s what they let me do growing up. Any time things got bad at school or I was too in my head, they wouldn’t let me wallow for more than five minutes. After that, they’d cheer me up by taking me to get a treat or a new book.
If I wasn’t at the rink, I had my nose buried in a book. Maybe I need a book to figure out what the hell is going on with Bex.
Because the more I stew over her, the more I want her. And the more I realize I can’t have her.
I wish I could stay up in my room and not be an adult.
Things were so much easier as a kid.
Now, what the hell am I going to do about falling in love with the wrong person?
Chapter Seventeen
BEXLEY
“Hey.”
Nick slides into my office, peeking behind him before he closes the door.
“Hi.”
A grin appears on his face as he walks over to the desk and leans over to press a kiss to my lips.
“I’ve missed you,” Nick says, leaning against the side of my desk.
“I have missed you too.”
With so many meetings this week, I didn’t go with the team to their game in Chicago. One away game and a quick there and back, I felt my time was better spent here. The director of operations had it down.
Even if I had to fight off more questions from the press about my qualifications to run the team.
Apparently playing hockey and a dick are the only two that are needed.
“I’m glad we have a few home games.”
“Don’t like traveling?” I fist my hand in his shirt and pull him down to me.
“Not without you.”
Nick steals a kiss and I lean into him. My toes curl in my heels as he slides his tongue into my mouth. It’s short and fast and damn it, I want more.
“You’re mean.”
Nick smiles against my mouth, tipping my face up to look at him. “Am I? Do I need to make you feel better?”
I mock a pout, nodding my head.
“And how would I make you feel better?”
Dropping his hands on either side of the chair, Nick hovers over me. From here, the blue of his team shirt stretches across his muscled chest. The one that I love tracing after we have sex.
It has my brain stirring and my lady parts waking up. It’s been a few days since I’ve been with Nick. When we started this thing, I had no idea it would lead to this. Now that it has, I’m greedy. I want everything he will give.
