Page 83 of Crave Me

I joined them on the ice, sticks and helmets held high in the air as they skated in a circle before lining up to shake hands. But I still had more plans to finish, and as I stepped onto the ice, walking on it on dress shoes like I was laced into skates, I turned back to Chloe.

I’d forced myself not to look at her again for the entire game, but it didn’t mean I stopped sensing her presence. We were connected, an invisible thread and I knew every moment of the game what she was thinking. Fear at how I’d scowled at her before, excitement for the game, and if I was correct, even pride I had just coached my first victory of the season against a team always nipping at our heels.

But in that moment, I caught her gaze and glared. When her mouth opened at my severe expression, I pointed to the hallway beneath the stands. Slowly, and with intent, I mouthed. “Locker room. Now.”

Pink that had nothing to do with the cool arena air hit her cheeks. I arched a brow and waited until she nodded and returned a mouthed response. “Okay.”

I shook the hands of the other team’s coach and players, congratulating them for a well-fought game and received their morose “good game” in return.

It took forever until the kids changed and as they were dressing, I congratulated each of the players who had stepped onto the ice and those who had stayed on the bench. They were just as important to the team as the starters and I tried to never forget them. But through all of it, telling them to enjoy their Thanksgiving school break and we’d deal with what needed to be worked on the following Monday at practice, my mind was filled with other things.

Like what I was going to do to Chloe for distracting me when I least needed it. And for making me want her so bad my blood boiled with desire.

The final player left and I said good-bye to the other coaches, telling them I’d clean up and they could get home. Some were heading out of town the following day for Thanksgiving with their families.

But mostly, I wanted to take care of Chloe there. In the locker room, with the threat that someone could see us but knowing they wouldn’t.

Soft footsteps entered the locker room, the heavy clang of the metal door closing echoed.

I shut a locker and scooped up towels left on the floor. I tossed them into the laundry bin and headed toward the door.

“You’re here.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

Chloe dipped her head and linked her hands together behind her back. She’d set her coat down on a wood bench and in skinny jeans tucked into boots, a tight navy blue sweater that hugged her body perfectly, her breasts arched out toward me.

God, I wanted to suck on them. I still wanted to clamp them. I wanted to show her pleasures she hadn’t yet experienced. I’d given her one more day with me but there was a lifetime of experiences I wanted to share with her.

“Come closer, sub.”

Her heels clicked on the concrete floor as she drew near. When she was in front of me, I placed a hand on her shoulder, showing her my intention. “Kneel.”

She executed it with beauty and grace, not hesitating a single moment. When she was on the floor, the uncomfortable concrete pressing against her knees, I stepped back.

“Why did you come tonight, Chloe? I believe I was specific with when we would see each other.”

Her voice trembled. “I always come to your games, sir.”

She absolutely undid me. I’d never known.

“And Haley? Why were you with her?”

“She came to my store today and brought me here, sir.”

I had no doubt of Haley’s intention. I’d called Jensen Sunday night and talked to him. He told me to man up and take the woman I wanted. I explained everything, including my past with her family, and he’d essentially told me the same thing I had already heard. We were adults and didn’t need her family’s permission. It was asinine to think about them when deciding about us.

It didn’t change the fact that deep down, it was the right decision.

But now, with Chloe at my feet, kneeling with her gorgeous surrender she so willingly gave to me, offered to me in a sweet and innocent way I’d never been given before, I wanted to only hold her close to me forever.

After I tanned her ass.

“Did you mention to Haley that I told you I’d see you Friday?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you chose to ignore it.”

“I...I’m sorry, sir.”

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