Page 43 of Desperate Pucker
I think about the things he said to me.
You’re so greedy, princess.
I hate that nickname. But in the moment, it was hot. It turned me on like crazy.
So did the way he made me say “please” over and over when I wanted more than just a kiss.
I think about how big and thick his fingers felt inside of me, how they filled me up…how it made me think about his cock…
I think about how he teased my clit until I came, screaming into his mouth.
I think about how I would have given anything to stay in that elevator with him so I could feel his cock buried deep inside of me…
A faint pulse hits my clit, and I let out a shaky breath.
Every night since then, I’ve played with myself to the memory of that elevator hookup with Ryker. I wonder if he’s thought about it as many times as I have.
I shouldn’t be doing that. I shouldn’t be thinking about him like that.
But I can’t help it. That was hands-down the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
As much as it turned me on, I need to talk to him about it, so we can clear the air. I should have asked him to talk right after it happened, but I was too flustered. I needed to be alone.
Maybe it won’t be weird. Maybe we can both admit it was fun and hot and wild and move on.
“Hey.”
I glance up and see Ryker standing at the edge of the ice. I take in the hard angles of his face, how tall and broad he is.
I forget to breathe. He looks so fucking good.
I swallow hard and skate over to him on wobbly legs.
“Hi.” My voice is on the edge of squeaky. I clear my throat. “So, um, about the other day. In the elevator.”
His eyebrows crash together, an unreadable expression on his face. “You’re not mad, are you?”
I frown, confused. “No. Why would I be?”
He rubs the back of his neck. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “I was just worried you might be upset at what I did.” He huffs out a breath. “If you want to report me to HR, I’d understand.”
I lean back, shocked at what he just said.
“I don’t want to report you, Ryker.”
He doesn’t say anything. He just stands there, looking at me with an embarrassed look in his bourbon brown eyes.
It takes a second for me to put it together.
“Wait, do you think I’m not okay with what we did?” I ask. He just shrugs.
My mouth hangs open. “Ryker, I thought it was pretty clear that I was into it.”
His jaw bulges as he swallows again. “Yeah, but you were upset. You were having a panic attack. I was just trying to think of a way to help you.”
The slow-moving gears of my brain finally put it all together. Our hookup meant something different for Ryker than it did for me.
For me, it was hot and lustful and wild.
