Page 21 of The Sweetest Risk

My heart starts to race. I want to protest because I want to see every ounce of this man that I can. I can’t explain the shift that has happened in the span of ten minutes, but I have a feeling that we are past the point of no return.

I jump up on the counter, take the tie and knot it behind my head. Forget the spiders. A new fear has been unlocked. I am at the hands of my enemy and I have no defenses at my disposal. Oddly enough, I feel the safest I’ve ever felt in front of Tristan, despite me saying that I didn’t trust him mere minutes ago.

“This is a weird request, even for you Lawson.” I scoot my butt from side to side to make sure I am stable on this counter. Another chuckle escapes his lips and I can clearly visualize the stupid smug grin he has on his stupidly handsome face. I can sense him move away from me. A second later, I can smell the scent of a chocolate cupcake in front of me. Great, he’s going to smash all my cupcakes in my face, take a photo and leave me to clean up the mess. He would.

“Why do you have a cupcake in your hand? You’re about to smash it in my face, aren’t you?”

“Stop asking questions. Only answer them.” Geez bossy. Again, I am not hating it like I should. “Now answer me, yes or no.”

What? “Yes or no what?”

“Uh uh, Cupcake. No asking questions, remember? Just yes or no?”

My head is screaming,NO! Don’t do it! He is the bane of your existence! He is the disgusting playboy that you’ve known for ten years. More importantly, he is a hockey player. The very same hockey player that made you make your hard and fast rule in the first place. Don’t do it, Brooke!

But my body is telling me something entirely different. It’s screaming YES. Then I feel Tristan lean in and brush his lips against my ear. His breath causes my entire body to shiver and my breathing becomes erratic. “Yes or no. I need you to answer me, Cupcake.”

Eagerly, I say, “Yes.”

“Good girl. Right answer.” Then I feel his fingers mess with the button on my jeans. Just when I thought I wasn’t going to get naked in front of this man, I guess I was wrong.

“Tristan, what are you doing?”

Obviously not acknowledging my question, he unzips and pulls down my jeans until they are completely off my body. I thank my lucky stars that I wore cute underwear today. Lace bubblegum pink ones in fact. “I see we are into matching, are we?” Shit, he noticed too. I wouldn’t have expected Tristan to notice something like that.

“We are, in fact. Do you have a problem with that, Hot Shot?” I can’t help but be quippy with him after all these years.

Evading my question again, he continues, “These are sexy panties. Were you expecting someone to see them, Cupcake?”

“Maybe I was expecting a fine gentleman suitor to come by and ravish me.” Okay, I need to stop bingingBridgerton. “You know, just like you were expecting that ice girl the other night. What was her name again? Alison?”

I wish I could see his reaction. Every other sense around me is heightened now that I can’t see anything in front of me. The man isn’t even touching my skin and it’s tingly all over. I know that once he does touch me, I will most likely combust at this rate.

“Open that pretty mouth of yours.”

I pause for a few seconds, contemplating if I should rip this damn tie off my face and tell him to get lost. But that’s not what I do at all. I do as I am told. I open my mouth and the next thing I taste is frosting on my tongue. “Now lick and suck the frosting off like a good girl.”

I do as I am told and even though this frosting is delicious, it’s what’s underneath the frosting that I am now starting to crave. I want that massive finger in a very different part of my body right now.

“Holy shit,” Tristan whispers as I continue to suck on his finger, teasing him a little with my tongue. Two can play at this game, Lawson.

I release his finger, bite my lower lip and say, “Mmm. You’re right, I have gotten better.”

Just when I think I have the one-up on him, his hands grab my knees and spread my legs apart. I let out a gasp at the sudden motion. “I want to taste some more, Cupcake.” The next thing I feel is frosting being placed in my inner thighs. The cool sensation feels amazing against my thighs that are ablaze right now. My body involuntarily inches closer to the edge of the counter, yearning for Tristan to touch me, in any way, again.

Almost like he can read my mind, I feel his hands wrap around both my thighs and his hot breath against my skin. His tongue traces the trail of frosting he made for himself, coming dangerously close to my pussy with each lick, making me even more wet than I already am. He continues on the other side and stops short after the last lick of frosting. “Fuck,” is all I hear him mutter.

“Why did you stop?” My voice sounds breathy.

“I want to take you in like this.”

“And how is that? Defenseless and blindfolded?” I say sarcastically.

“No, fucking beautiful and perfect.”

What is happening right now? How did we get in this situation? I blame Bradley for ever meeting Tristan in the first place. I would be happily baking cupcakes right now, probably watchingThe Great British Bake Off, instead of sitting in my underwear on my countertop with the hottest hockey player in the world in between my legs, who just happens to be my arch nemesis. Not that this doesn’t make me happy. It absolutely does. I am just confused. I thought he hated me.

“Can I take this tie off, please?” I plead. I need to see his face right now. I hate that I can’t see his eyes. “Sure,” he says, presumably still kneeling on the ground between my thighs. I rip the blindfold off, undoubtedly making my hair even more disheveled. According to his standards, I must look like a goddess by now. When I look down at Tristan, his eyes are even more ravenous. He gazes at me like I am a damn snack. And I don’t hate it. No man has ever looked at me the way that Tristan is looking at me right now.

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