Page 10 of Revenge Puck

The way he phrased that comment, using the wordneed,it feels like I’m missing something important.

“Why do youneedto see my silly little sign?”

“Abigsilly sign. And let’s just say I have a bit of a rage problem whenever I see Christian Riley’s fucking face.”

“No kidding?” I grin.

“Your sign, the meaning behind it, would give me a chance to hold some shit over his head for once.”

“He usually holds shit over your head?”

“Something like that.” Preston frowns.

“So, we would be helping each other out? You gave me an ussie and I give you a big, glitter sign in the stands?”

“Yes. Only fair, right?”

Knowing it’s a two-way street of revenge makes me feel a little better about using the man’s photo against Christian.

“Then my answer is both.”

“Both?” He looks confused for a moment.

“Yes. I need to see and feel the, ah, proof. Just to be certain.” Great, now he’s got me using that wordneedwhen it’s really just a want, not a need. I want to feel and see a part of this man that I shouldn’t. “How exactly can we make that happen?”

Preston glances around me at the nervous sports reporters and, yes, a few gathering puck bunnies on the other side of the fence. “I think I have an idea if you’re willing to play along.”

“Trust me. I will do whatever it takes to rattle Christian.”

“Whatever?” he repeats as he takes several slow steps toward me. As if on instinct, I retreat backward until I feel the fence behind me.

When his tongue slips out to wet his lips, I figure out his intention. It’s way more than a selfie, especially with witnesses watching nearby with phones already in their hands.

“Yes,” I whisper, giving my permission and approval.

He reaches up to grab onto the chain-link fence next to my head and leans forward. “What’s your name?”

“Elle. Elle Townsend.” Crazy how he can make me feel like a twelve-year-old girl towering over me.

“Well, Elle Townsend, I think we’re about to go viral.”

“Good. Christian specifically told me I could sleep with literally anyone in the league but you.”

“In that case, you were the best fuck of my life.” That compliment shouldn’t make me feel like I’m glowing. I know it’s not true, but boy, does it sound good to hear.

“Agreed. So much better than him…” The words barely escape my lips before his are covering mine.

It’s a lover’s kiss, nothing shy or awkward about it even though it’s our first and we’re complete strangers. There’s a lot of enthusiastic tongue on Preston’s part. And my own, if I’m being honest. My palms press against the cool material of his button down under his suit jacket, feeling his hard abs underneath. Getting more turned on by the second, I grip the fabric to pull him closer until our bodies are touching from chest to…oh boy. As promised, I feel him pressing against my stomach, proving his assertion that he’s bigger than Christian beyond a doubt.

An embarrassing moan lets him know that I know. It’s followed by a rumbly chuckle that shudders through his chest to my breasts. A bolt of desire stirs throughout my body, making me forget where I am, who I am, until he unfortunately pulls his mouth away, leaving us both panting.

“Sorry. It’s been a while,” he says as he catches his breath.

Been a while? Since he kissed a woman?

“No…no. It’s fine.”

“Can’t wait to see that sign.” His smirking lips barely brush mine again, and I swear I can hear the click of actual cameras snapping photos of us.

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