Page 87 of The Pucking Date
I set the pace—unhurried, deep—and she follows. Surrender suits her. Tastes even better.
When I pull her back into bed, her legs are trembling and her voice is shot. I drag her beneath me again, press her wrists into the sheets, and murmur filth into her ear, exactly what I’m going to do to her. Exactly how she’s going to come.
And she does. Again. And again.
We’re drowning in lazy silence—her cheek pressed to my chest, my hand stroking her back—when reality intrudes. A sharp knock at the door.
I groan. “Ignore it.”
The knock comes again. Then Wesley’s voice.
“Yo, O’Reilly, you trying to hit the gym before we head to the airport?”
Jessica stiffens slightly, face burrowing into my neck.
I shout back, “Little busy, man.”
A pause. Then a low whistle. “Respect.”
His footsteps retreat. Before the elevator dings, “Wrap it up, sex god!”
Jessica shakes with laughter, her body warm against mine.
She sighs. “Great. Now the whole team will know we hooked up by the end of the hour.”
I grin into her hair. “Good.”
Her head lifts. “Seriously?”
I nod, lazy and unapologetic. “They’ve known I’ve been smitten with you since the day you walked into Rothschild’s office.”
She lifts a brow. “Oh yeah?”
“I had dibs on you before you even sat down.”
She laughs. “So that’s why no one ever asked me out. I could’ve walked into the locker room naked, and the guys would’ve just offered me a towel and asked if I was cold.”
I grin, smug as hell. “Guess I made myself clear.”
She rolls her eyes. “Subtle.”
“Never claimed to be.” I kiss her temple. “Besides, it’s not like we’ve been discreet this week. I’m pretty sure the whole league has a betting pool going.”
She laughs again, but it softens into something quieter. “I still have to deal with my father.”
I shift, turning her chin until her gaze meets mine. “Let me be real clear about something, Red. I don’t give a damn about his feelings.”
She opens her mouth, but I cut her off.
“This thing? Us? It’s not up for debate. Not with him, not the team, not anyone. We’re not hiding. You can get that out of your head right now.”
Her expression softens, but I’m not done.
“I’ve spent too long letting other people’s opinions run my life. Not anymore. And especially not when it comes to you.”
Then I lean in, brushing my mouth against hers. “Now, do I need to drag you into the hallway and make a bigger announcement? Or are we good?”
She laughs again, the tension cracking open. “We’re good.”
