Page 26 of Pucked Up

Hugo was at his desk, staring at me with almost no expression. “Isn’t it customary to knock?”

I bristled. “You know what? Fuck this. Have a good afterno?—”

“Come in.”

I froze halfway to reaching for my joystick. This wasn’t about pride. This was about my future. I repeated that little mantra in my head before pushing the door all the way open and rolling past the threshold. There was a tiny bump from where the metal lip had been removed after Jacob bought the team.

Hugo watched me as I closed the door, doing my best not to give in to my urge and slam it. The corner of his lip twitched like he’d known what I wanted to do.

This is not about pride. This is about my future.

“You’re late,” he said.

“My meeting at work ran long, and unfortunately, I can’t hurry the way most people can.” I met his gaze, daring him to continue his complaint.

“Weren’t you the one who said if I wasn’t at my desk, you’d leave?”

“I was,” I said. I knew he was going to throw that one at me. “But here you are. And here I am.”

“I see. One way street, then.” He drummed his fingers on the desk, then sighed and gestured to the empty spot where a chair had been.

Once again, I fought against the urge to defy him at every turn. I pushed on the joystick and rolled forward, but only a little. When I stopped, he let out a sigh and folded his arms over his chest.

“I understand you don’t like me.”

“Oh, good. I thought I was being too subtle.”

His eyes flashed, and my dick threatened to take interest.Don’t you fucking dare. Not like this. Not right now.

Hugo pressed his hands to the desk, then stood, leaning over it. He was so damn tall and imposing…and God help me, he wassohot. Something about that grey at his temples and his bright eyes just did it for me. “Monsieur Morin.” His voice was a dangerous, low rumble, and I could hear it perfectly. “You have never once been subtle.”

Why did that sound like a fucking compliment? “Good. Because I was hoping to make it obvious that I found you…” My voice died in the back of my throat as he came around the desk, then dropped his hands to my shoulders and crouched.

Normally, I hated that. I hated when someone knelt down in front of my chair. It was weird and infantilizing. But him? The way Hugo did it?

My cock jumped. He was staring into my eyes, so luckily, he didn’t see my dick betray me, but it was only a matter of time before he glanced down.

“Found me what?”

I swallowed heavily. I wanted to say the words, but my tongue felt stuck to the roof of my mouth, thick and heavier than it normally was. A single tremor started at the base of my neck, coasting down my body where it settled in my legs. The spasms were hard, but the straps kept my limbs from flailing.

Hugo glanced down for a brief second, then suddenly dropped all the way to his knees. He was still so fucking tall like that, and his powerful fingers dug into my thighs. It took me a moment to realize he was massaging me with firm sweeps of his palms.

My legs began to settle.

“How?” How did he know that would work?

His lip twitched. “Someone I knew in my past got involuntary spasms. I learned how to help him deal with them.”

I hated that it worked. I hated him so fucking much for having this effect on me. “It’s your fault.”

“Seems to me that a lot is.” His gaze was locked on mine. Then he leaned forward. “Petit feu, you make me want to take you over my knee and spank your ass with the way you keep defying me.”

For a moment, I was no longer in my body. I’d forgotten all semblance of language, my mind entirely incoherent, flooded with the image of him doing just that. And then, reality crashed down around me.

“You…you know who I am.”

He stared at me.

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