Page 43 of No Pucks

“So eager.” I lean forward, pressing my tip to his opening.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined you inside me.”

“What have you imagined?”

“You taking me into your office and bending me over your desk,” he says coyly.

“That will happen.” I grab his jaw and kiss him, finally letting myself give over to all the things I want to do.

I’m on fire and won’t last another second without being inside him. I push forward against his resistance and finally break past his tightness.

We both gasp, and he grabs my hip needily. I drop my head, watching him stretch around my cock. I withdraw until my tip almost falls out then thrust forward, watching his reaction. He lifts, eager for it, body writhing in ecstasy.

I could watch him forever, but he pulls my hair until I lift my face before he presses his lips under my jaw and sucks.

“You better not leave a mark I can’t explain.”

He laughs, and it’s intoxicating. He’s happy, and I miss knowing what that’s like.

I can’t keep up this position. My knee aches, and at this point, I’ve learned what my body can take. Thankfully, he’s smaller than I am, so I grab his hips and flip us over.

“Goddamn.” He shakes his head, eyes alight with amusement as he sinks down on my cock, taking me even deeper.

“What?” I ask, barely holding off coming.

“I bet you’re so hot on the ice.” His words take me out of it enough to hold off my orgasm.

“What?” How did hockey even come into this?

“The way you handle me and your cock tells me a lot about how you are with a stick.”

I stare at him like he has lost the plot. “Does that work on all the hockey players you get into bed?” A pang of jealousy hits my chest, but I shove it down. What we’re doing is bad enough. Possessive Anthony needs to stay where I’ve buried him.

“I don’t have to flatter guys into bed. I don’t have any trouble in that department. I said it because it’s true.” He presses his hands into my chest as he rides me. “Fuck me.”

“You’re the one on top,” I tease.

“I still want your hands on me. I like the way you have to control everything.”

“Noticed that, did you?” I squeeze his perfect ass, guiding his hips.

“Why do you think I’m attracted to you?” He presses a hand next to my head, changing the angle.

“Daddy issues, I assume.”

He snarls, biting my lower lip. “Unless you want me to call you daddy, watch it.”

Amusement pulls my cheeks.

“You’re hot when you do that.” He lays out over me, bringing our bodies together.

“Do what?”

“Almost smile.”

“I’m not?—”

Logan cuts me off. “I know. You could never smile. It would be against your code of conduct.”

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