Page 10 of The Puck Daddy

Adrian stands, lightly pushing the blond off his lap. He leans down and whispers something into his ear. My stomach turns. Adrian’s gaze meets mine, and my face heats. Fuck. Have I really just been staring at the guy like a possessive caveman?

Adrian makes his way up to the bar, avoiding Kayla and Luna. He beelines right toward me. “Hey.” He smiles. “Can I get a shot of vodka and a glass of water?”

“I’m cutting him off, DeLuca.”

He jerks back as if I slapped him. “What? Oh god, no. The water’s for Guy. The shot is for me, I need one after that.” Adrian points behind him, and I have no idea what he’s talking about.So much for no alcohol.I scoff. What kind of name is Guy, anyway?

“You should probably get your boyfriend home.” My tone is colder than I mean it to be.

“He isn’t my boyfriend,” he snaps back.

“Right.” I tap the bar top, slide him two glasses of water, and give him a two-finger salute before sauntering to the other side of the bar to wipe down an empty table. What the fuck? A salute? My face heats even more as blood rushes to my head. I’m so embarrassed. It’s so fucking obvious I’m jealous and acting like Adrian is my boyfriend.

What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve never been the jealous type before.

Mortified, I frantically scrub the already spotless table, practically climbing into the booth to reach every inch, until a throat clears behind me.

I glance over my shoulder.

Adrian is standing there with a cocky smirk playing on his lips and a heated look on his face. Off in the distance, I see Guy drinking his water while chatting with another teammate. Adrian watches me as he sips from his glass of water, as if it’s thefinest whiskey. There’s hunger in his gray eyes, and I know mine mirrors his.

The well-fitted suit clings to Adrian’s muscular arms and thick thighs. It dawns on me then: he’s definitely bigger than me. And yet, despite his size and my previous tastes, I can’t deny that Adrian is the sexiest man I’ve ever been attracted to. Adrian DeLuca’s thick muscles taunt me, and his personality tempts me. I want to bend him over my knee and redden that pretty ass.

I groan, internally rolling my eyes at my wayward thoughts, and climb back out of the booth. To my shock, Adrian gets right up in my space, standing at the same height. There’s a challenging gleam sparkling in his eyes.

His fingers wrap around my jacket, and he tugs me closer until we’re nose to nose. I’m embarrassed to say, I go forward willingly.

He straightens my collar. “You look good in this leather jacket, Walsh.”

My brain fizzles, and I swallow hard, trapped in his gray-blue gaze. I’m unable to pull away from the brat. It’s almost as if I’m witnessing myself on a movie screen; I have absolutely no control over the outcome. All I can do is watch and see how everything unfolds.

Adrian leans in even closer until his lips are grazing against the shell of my ear. “He isn’t my boyfriend.”

I suppress a shiver.

“I’ll take Guy back to his place, but only because it’s the right thing to do. That…and because you asked me to.” His hand slides under my jacket and travels up my chest.

I suck in a gasp. Big. Fucking. Mistake. Adrian’s scent swirls around me, making me dizzy. Fresh soap, sugar, and lime.

Holy fuck.

I’m hard. So, so fucking hard.

His hand begins traveling downward. I’m half afraid he’ll feel me up right here at work, and half afraid I won’t stop him. A big part of me wants Adrian to feel exactly how hard I am for him.

His fingers graze the top of my jeans, and I growl. If this boy touches me, I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager.

I grasp his wrist, stopping his descent. “What the fuck are you doing to me, boy?”

Crap. I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but clearly, I’ve lost my damn mind.

He shudders, leaning his chest against mine. “Theo,” he whispers.

My free hand grips his hip. I push him away slightly, needing some space, but not before I feel his massive bulge against my thigh.

Movement catches my eye, and I see Guy stumbling toward us. “You better go, then.”

He looks over his shoulder and spots Guy. “One last thing, Walsh. Guy might have stolen a kiss. But you’re the only one who’s been on my mind tonight.”

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