Page 45 of Hockey Halloween
“I don’t keep condoms in my office,” he tells me, his lips curving up in a smile. “But my brother made me put a couple in my wallet at the bar the other night.” I watch as he reaches for his wallet and withdraws a purple foil package. “We don’t have to?—”
Snatching the condom from his hand, I grin. “We don’t have to,” I echo, “but I want to.”
It takes no time to sheath him, but holy freaking crap. Every inch of him is beautiful, including all the inches of his thick cock. He’s pushed some things aside so he’s now sitting on his desk, cradling me in his lap. My skirt is functioning more like a belt right now, and one of my heels has fallen to the floor, but I’m not worried about any of that. I’m not worried about anything but trying to stay quiet as I lift my hips and let him guide his cock at my entrance. I sink down, loving the look on his face as our bodies collide. Our coupling is hurried and frantic, but still so damn good. He’s thick and full and I can feel myself coming again after just a few minutes together. He’s pumping up into me, just as desperate as I am. His release is powerful, and it sets off aftershocks in my body. We’re basically a tangled, sweaty knot of combustible sexual energy, and we’re in the middle of his office.
I should feel shame or guilt, but all I feel is the need for more.
Josh is gentle as we separate. He’s careful to keep me close as he reaches into a drawer for a spare t-shirt and uses it to clean us both up. Within minutes, we’re both presentable again, but he locks hisarms around me as he looks me in the eye. “Have dinner with me tonight? With us?”
I understand what he’s saying: he and Reese are a package deal. That’s more than fine with me. I love that little girl already. But when I open my mouth to accept his invitation, no sound comes out.
My eyes are fixed on the shock of blond hair that I see through the cracks in the blinds.
Josh pulls back. “Val, is that okay? I could ask my folks to watch her, but?—”
His words are barely registering, and he quickly takes stock of the shock on my face. “What’s wrong?”
I point to the window by his door. The blinds are pulled, but they didn’t offer enough protection. “Someone saw us,” I squeak.
“No one's here,” he assures me. “Granted, we should probably find a better place to, uh…hang out, but I didn’t hear or see anything. We’re okay.”
“I saw hair. Blond hair. And we’re not okay. At least I’m not. You’ve worked here for years, and I just started. Oh, my god. What were we thinking?”
His smile is kind and patient. “We weren’t thinking. At least, not with our brains.”
But my mind is on a hamster wheel of doom. “My whole job is to mitigate scandal and now I’m the one causing it. I’m the new girl. Getting caught sleeping with a co-workerat workis not a good look. I know this. Everyone knows this.”
Josh presses a kiss to my temple before moving me aside so he can investigate. Opening his door, he glances left and right. “The coast is clear, I promise.”
“I swear I saw someone, but just for a second,” I insist, wondering if I’m losing my mind. That would be preferable to losing my job, though.
“Blond, you said?”
“Yeah,” I answer.
“Van?” he calls, but no one answers. “If it was anyone, it wasCoach Vandaele, but I doubt he noticed. I don’t think he’s here. I promise, we’re good.”
I nod, hoping he’s right.
Josh
Living in a college town means there’s no shortage of good places to eat, but while most of the students prefer wings at Wolfie’s, I’ll take a burger at the diner any day of the week. Jared loves it, too, so we meet up here at least once a week to go over what’s happening with our various properties. While we’re waiting on our server to deliver our greasy deliciousness, Jared’s been telling me about a place he found out by the highway. He wants to put a bid on it. At least, I think he does. I’m almost positive he does. Well, it’s a definite maybe.
“Josh, are you listening to anything I’m saying?” my brother asks as he sorts the sugar packets by color, just to mess them all up and start over.
“Honestly? No. Sorry. My mind’s in a million different places today. You said the place on St. Clair looks good?”
He just laughs. “No, I said it looks like shit. But the location is great.”
I take a sip of my coffee. Maybe a jolt of caffeine will get me back in the game. “So, you think we should bid on it?”
“Yeah, which I already told you about five times. What’s up with you today? Don’t tell me you messed things up with Val already?”
I sigh before taking another sip of coffee. “No, I don’t think I messed up. I think it’s going to be fine, but— whoa, what the hell? How do you know about Val and me? Not that I’m admitting anything.”
Again, my easygoing brother just laughs. “You’re admitting everything, man, but even if you weren’t, it’s clear as fucking day. You two have been circling each other since the day she moved in. And after you two hooked up at Kirby’s, I figured you finally got your head out of your ass.”
I’ve got nothing to say. My brain is still trying to catch up. For as long as I live, I'll never forget the moment my brother, dressed as a pirate, strolled into the restroom at Kirby’s and took two women into a stall. That’s part of the reason I bolted, to be honest. I knew he recognized me right away, but how did he know it was Val in the Chuckie costume? I didn’t even know that.
