Page 241 of Playing the Pucking Game
“Coming in my pants? Yeah,” he confesses. “Shit.”
He drops is forehead to my shoulder and sucks in a ragged breath.
I can’t help but giggle.
I’ve never done drugs, but I’m pretty sure this is how it feels to be high.
I’m high on Lincoln Storm, and I never want it to stop.
“Fucking hell, Parker.” He chuckles, his voice now light with amusement. “You drive me fucking crazy.”
The second he pulls back and looks into my eyes, I’m hit with aftershocks.
“The feeling is most definitely mutual.”
His eyes hold mine as we remain where we are, our bodies cooling and reality setting in.
“I don’t know how to do this,” I admit quietly.
“And you think I do?” he teases.
“Linc, I?—”
“We’re just gonna take every day as it comes, yeah? No pressure, no expectations. Just…us. However we want that to look.”
“What about work?”
“What about it?”
“I can’t…I can’t treat you. Not if we’re…”
“Not if we’re what?” he asks, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
I know what he wants to hear, but I’m not ready to admit anything out loud. This is all too unbelievable.
“Going to keep things professional and above board. There are already a ton of reasons why I could lose my job; I’m not adding to that list on purpose.”
“I already told you, pretty girl. You don’t need to worry about your job. I’ll sort it.”
My cell starts ringing down the hall before I manage to find a response to that.
I hate the idea of no longer being his trainer. But there is no other way around it.
If we’re doing this, we have to go about it the right way.
Suddenly, I’m hit with thoughts of what others are going to say.
I know I shouldn’t care. But this is my career, my reputation I’m toying with here.
“Parker, look at me,” Linc demands as soon as I close my eyes and cut myself off from him.
My eyelashes flicker open to find his kind and compassionate eyes staring back at me.
“I’m not going to let anything bad happen. You have to trust me, babe.”
My cell rings again as he holds my eyes, silently begging me to trust him.
I do.
