Page 217 of Playing the Pucking Game
My cheeks heat as desire pools between my thighs.
Nope, definitely don’t regret it.
If I’m being honest, the only thing I’m regretting is not taking it further.
Having him get me off and not touch me was hot as hell.
But what if he had touched me? How good could it have been then?
The need to find out burns through me.
“You should go.”
“I know. Coach is going to rip me a new one. But…I needed to see you smile before I head out there.”
I can’t help it, my lips twitch at the corners.
He brushes his knuckles along the line of my jaw.
My entire body jolts as if I just had an electric current run through me.
“I’ll see you later.”
I nod. “Uh-huh. Yep. Later.”
Christ. I sound like a lovesick teenager.
With one final, longing look, Linc spins around and walks out of the visitors’ training room, leaving nothing but his scent and the effect he has on my body behind.
Lifting the cup to my lips, I groan as the mix of rich coffee and sweet caramel hits my tongue.
He even got a double shot.
This is fucking book boyfriend material—and that is very, very dangerous.
No sooner have Linc’s footsteps faded than another set makes itself known.
“Well, that was cozy,” Mitchell starts up.
I groan and roll my eyes.
“Whatever, Mitchell. We’ve got jobs to do.”
As I say that, Jarad and a couple of equipment managers come rushing into the room.
There’s a flurry of activity around us as we get ready for the day, but it seems that Mitchell doesn’t forget anything he witnessed this morning, because the second we’re alone again, he makes his second hit of the day.
“You know, I’m pretty sure it isn’t only Coach who’ll have something to say about that this morning. I think HR will be very interested, considering the fraternization term in our contracts.”
As my chin drops with that low blow, Mitchell walks out, leaving me standing alone in the middle of the room as somewhere in the arena, the guys take to the ice.
My head spins as reality settles into my veins.
“Shit,” I hiss, standing there unmoving as panic over losing my job before it’s barely begun gets the better of me.
I was worried about people’s opinions; I never considered I could actually lose my job because of it.
I think back to the day I got my contract. I was so excited. It read it, sure. But I’m not sure how much actually went in. The adrenaline was pumping too hard.
