“I bet you can’t guess where one of my clients was traveling from,” I sing.
“No, I can’t, but I like it when you sing,” he sings back.
“Minnesota.” My eyes go wide. “Can you believe it?”
“I believe that you’ve had some caffeine.”
I point at him. “You are not wrong. So…in Minnesota, I’m going to see if my client will meet me at Rebel Mark. I still keep in touch with Ken, and he’d be thrilled if I came in. I think my client was gonna be in New York visiting family, so if I can catch him before he goes…there are a lot of moving parts that have to work out, but maybe!” I run out of breath and fan my face.
Tully’s looking at me with a mix of amusement and concern. He laughs when he’s sure I’ve stopped talking.
“Great,” he says finally. “So I can get you a ticket for tomorrow?”
“As long as it’s after two in the afternoon, I can do it.”
“I can’t wait,” he says.
This time I kiss my fingers and press them to the screen. “Neither can I. Love you.”
“I love you, Trouble.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
THE VIEW
TULLY
Last night, after getting off the phone with Lola, I called Wade and asked him to set up more security.
“I’ll bring my best guys on board,” he promised.
Wade will be traveling with her, along with a guy on his staff named Kip, and another guy, Joe, will be watching her apartment to make sure Daniel doesn’t try anything. Knowing they’re with her is the only thing that gets me through the hours it takes until I see her.
The game against Dallas goes well. I take out all my frustration on the rink, and it pays off. We win 6–1. Afterward, I can’t get to my girl fast enough.
She texted her room number when she got in. We agreed that this was the best way, rather than trying to sneak her into my room on the same floor as everyone else.
I get the view of my life when she opens the door. She’s wearing a black teddy, cut high on her hips, with thin straps that cross once over her collarbone before disappearing down her back in an X. Her peaked nipples and those fuckingbarbells show through the black lace. There’s a deep plunge between her breasts that dips almost to her navel. A tiny satin bow sits right above her pussy, an innocent little thing that does nothing to hide how fucking hot the whole piece is.
“Goddamn, Lola.”
And the heels—God, the heels. Strappy black stilettos, four inches at least, with thin ankle straps that wrap twice around her leg before buckling. Their height makes her mouth easier to reach, so I take advantage of it.
My hands dive into her hair, the tips still wet from her shower, as I back her against the wall and kiss her senseless. She smells clean and delicious, the faint citrus of her body wash invading my senses.
She pulls back a little and skirts around me, showing me her ass as she walks toward the bed. A fucking masterpiece. Her ass, not the bed. I barely even see the bed or the floor-to-ceiling windows that frame the glittering downtown Dallas skyline. I don’t give a single fuck about the view.
“Clothes off,” she says, over her shoulder.
I do what she says because, hell yes, and then I follow her. She turns and pushes me onto the bed. I could’ve braced myself, but why would I? She straddles my hips, knees planted wide, and laughs low in a way that always makes my chest feel tight.
“I know you’re supposed to be resting for tomorrow’s flight, Captain,” she teases, fingernails dragging slow, deliberate lines down my pecs. “Coach’ll kill you if you show up in Denver looking like you ran a marathon in bed. But I’ve got a craving, and I need you to fuck it right out of me.”
“Oh, there is nothing I’d love more.”
I grip her thighs harder and glance down when I feel her bare skin against my dick. My eyes widen when I see the discreet slit in the lace.
“Brilliant,” I whisper, my thumb gliding over her wet center. “Is this where you need me?”
