“Oh dear,” he mumbles and I can’t help the giggle that bursts out of me.
“Do you think—” I start. “Would you maybe—” I rephrase it and, for the first time in my life, I’m fucking nervous over a guy. “Perhaps want to do it again?” I wait a split second before I add, “Maybe one more time?” Maybe a couple more times is what I really want to say.
“We shouldn’t.” If I thought his voice was tight before, it’s nothing like it is now.
“Or maybe…” I wrap my arms around my legs, “we should and then we forget it.” He doesn’t say anything. “Why don’t you think about it?” I swallow down and the heat suddenly fills the back of my head. “Think about me naked,” I push, and I can hear his breathing start to pick up, “sitting on your face.” My voice goes lower. “Or maybe blowing you.” I close my eyes as I picture him naked in front of me; his perfect body like it was sculpted out of clay and then made into stone. “You seemed to like when I had your cock in my mouth.”
“Victoria,” he snaps out and I wait for him to say no, wait for him to tell me it’s never going to happen again, “we said it was a one-time thing.”
“I know what we said.” I smile. “I remember saying it, but I’m just saying that since we’ve already done it once, there might be no harm in doing it a second time.” He groans. “Okay, hear me out,” I start. “Say you are going to have sex with someone and both of you decide it’s going to be for that one night.” I stop. “Are you listening?”
“I’m listening,” he confirms, and I can see the smile on his face now.
“The two of you decide that you are going to have sex and then you have sex after midnight. It’s okay for you to go until the following day, since you already went past the time you said you were going to do it. You get it?” He chuckles and my heart skips a beat. I thought I loved hearing him say my name. I know I loved hearing him moan my name, but him chuckling and laughing is a whole different ball game. “I mean, no one really has to know. It can be our little secret.”
“Victoria,” he says my name softer this time.
“I mean, not little,” I keep talking, “we shouldn’t say little when it comes to you. You are very well-endowed.”
I try not to laugh when he hisses out my name, “Victoria.”
“I just keep thinking about our night together,” I admit. “Do you think about it too?” I also want to ask him if he’s had someone else after me. Obviously he has, and just the thought makes me sick to my stomach, and I push it away. “Do you?” I ask him softly.
“Yes,” he answers reluctantly.
“Often?” I hold my breath.
“More than I should.”
“You are such a buzzkill,” I groan out my own frustration at his answer.
“You are a temptation I don’t think I could stay away from.” The moment he says the words, my stomach flutters.
“Then stop staying away from me and give into the temptation, Zane.” I inhale deep. “Ball’s in your court.” I close my eyes. “I, for one, would like the balls to be hitting my chin,” I say with a moan. He doesn’t say anything, so I do what I should have done from the beginning, I close my eyes and end it. “Have a nice night, Zane.”
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Zane
Me:
Meet me in Cam’s office.
I send Eric the text after getting the email I’ve been waiting for. I push away from my desk and head over to Cam’s office, which is supposed to be right next to mine, but he decided to take the office at the complete opposite end of the hall from me. I pass the locker room that is starting to fill up since we start practice in about half an hour. I get there and see the door to Cam’s office wide open. He’s sitting down behind his desk with five players, and they look like they are having a meeting. No one even looks my way before I knock on the door and see them turn to look at me, Owen’s face goes white when he sees me. “Coach,” he says my name.
“Hey, am I interrupting anything?” I take a step in and the guys get up nervously, shaking their heads and moving out of the room. “What was that all about?” I ask Cam, getting an uneasy feeling in my gut.
“Going over defensive plays,” he replies, leaning back in his chair. “What’s up?”
“Hey,” Eric says, coming into the office and standing beside me, “just got your text.”
“Yeah.” I look back at him. “I know we are having practice today,” I tell them, “but I have something planned with the guys.” I look over at Cam. “The bus gets here in thirty minutes.”
“The bus?” Cam asks me and I smile.
“The bus,” I repeat. “I’ve decided to take the boys out to do some bonding.”
“Bonding?” Cam repeats like I didn’t just say the word.
