Page 169 of Risking the Pucking Defense

I might still be feeling nervous, but the alcohol hits exactly as I was hoping.

Confidence burns through me. Although I must admit that seeing Hayden follow orders helps with that more than the tequila.

I watch him for another thirty seconds before I close my cell, hop from the stool I was sitting on, and make the return journey to my room.

I didn’t plan on walking out and leaving him in there naked and desperate. But…

Fuck.

Tonight has been a lot.

Those awful feelings that exploded within me when he suddenly appeared and started talking for me are still lingering. I know he didn’t mean anything by it. I know it was his jealousy talking, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t trigger some ugly shit from my past.

When he apologized, he meant it. And honestly, it wasn’t even necessary. I could see in his eyes the moment he realized what he did, and that was all I needed to know he regretted it.

But that doesn’t stop me from wanting to punish him.

It’s fucked up. It’s…hot.

Jesus.

As I come to a stop in the elevator, I can’t help but rub my thighs together at the thought of him up there, waiting for me like he was told.

He’ll still be there. There isn’t any doubt in my mind. And without looking at my cell, I know he’s still hard as fuck as well.

I shake my arms out at my sides as I approach my hotel room.

Thankfully, there’s no one else around. It would seem everyone else has taken the curfew seriously.

I take a few calming breaths before I tap the keycard against the panel beside the door and push it open.

The second I step inside, he’s the only thing I can smell, and it only ramps up the desire and the filthy images floating around my head.

“Hails?” he rasps, making my heart rate spike.

I don’t respond. I don’t need to. He’s fully aware it’s me.

I swear there’s an audible crackle as I step around the corner and our eyes connect.

Hayden’s shoulders sag with relief, but just like I suspected, he’s still hard as fuck.

I take him in from head to toe, a satisfied smirk pulling at my lips.

“Good boy.”

His chin drops at my praise, and his eyes flood with desire.

I return my purse to the vanity and end the video call between my cell and my iPad.

As much as I wanted to record it, I never would. Not without his explicit consent, at least.

“Hails, what are you⁠—”

“No talking,” I snap, the force of the command even shocking me.

Instantly, Hayden’s lips slam shut, and his jaw pops as he clenches his teeth.

“Do you want me?” I ask, even though I just told him not to speak.