Page 15 of Puck my Prey
“Alright, fine. Tonight." Another sigh. “Yes, I’ll— where? Jesus Christ. I’m not seventeen with a fake ID, Pe–. Yes, alright. I’ll go if that’s the spot. Fine.” She hung up, dropped her phone to the desk and followed up with her forehead. “Fuck. Me.”
“I’d love to.”
“Stop it, Valentine,” she grumped at me, as I rearranged her arms beneath her head, creating a pillow and worked on her neck. The next sound to come from her was a low moan.
I glanced at the office door that swung shut from the outside with a gentle click, but I doubted she noticed, lost in whatever the hell that conversation was. “I saw your speech.”
“You saw…Oh, shit.” The girl who relaxed in my hands stiffened.
I traced along the collar of her semitransparent blouse that most definitely wasn’t my jersey. “Did you take my number from my locker?”
She shook her head. “No?”
“Liar,” I breathed, leaning lower to inhale along her nape.Fuck,I could smell the muskiness along her, knew she hadn’t showered afterward.Best turn on in the damn world.“Do you still have it?”
“Y-yes,” she confessed, gripping the edge of the desk with both hands until her knuckles turned white.
“Keep it. I have a spare.”One.But fuck it. For her I’d shell out for a whole wardrobe to be made up. “I told you we needed a talk about you and security. That little chat…It just made you a target, Cora.”
She sighed and settled on the desk. “That was the idea.”
I stopped rubbing her shoulders. “Keep talking.”
“Keep massaging? Right there?”
I laughed. “Talk, Cora.”
“Your job was the one that would go,” she said bluntly. “I couldn’t find a way around that. Not without either you or Corinne talking to me. So, I fixed it.”
I swallowed hard. “I would have taken the loss.”
“Yeah? And who would be goalie if both you and Solace were out, huh? You think of that, hero?” she spat, pushing her body against me.
I held a hand to her nape and pressed her back to the desk until she whimpered.
“Cora, seeing you up there, alone, wearing my fucking number…” I breathed hard, leaning down to graze my lips along the back of her neck. “Fuck, I almost came in my pants in the middle of training,” I murmured. “It was hot as fuck seeing you take them all on alone.”
“Oh,” she whispered, as I licked the shell of her ear, squirming deliciously beneath me. “Heath,please?—”
I released her neck, sliding my hand around her throat and pulled her back gently, pinning her to the tall chair back. The leather was the only thing between us as I held her there. She swallowed hard against my hand, still gripping the desk.
“Do you want me to apologize?” she burst into the silence as I held her there, hypnotized by the way her pulse fluttered frantically against the pads of my fingers.
I smiled, though she couldn’t see it and leaned down to press my lips to her temple. “I want you to invite me to your party tonight. So you’re not alone again. I want you to ask me to come with you, so that I can watch you while you’re out, watch you walk home. Watch you when you walk up the stairs of your apartment building. Know when you leave your door unlocked for me to come in tonight. Will you do that for me, Cora? Or do you want to not ask me to go, and I’ll watch you anyway?”
Her pulse ratcheted up a notch, her thighs spreading as she twisted in my hold. Breaths came faster as she arched and I swore she’d come if I held on to her any longer.Fuck it.Risking everything she’d just put in place just to test a theory, I tightened my hold on her throat a fraction. Not enough to steal her air, just enough to remind her who we were together.
Cora’s head tipped back, giving me access to her entire body as her legs fell open on the chair. The scent of her permeated the room, sweet and liquid heat. I ached to draw my fingers through her swirling heat but I wanted to see if she’d lose herself without being touched. Just from the mere idea of what we could be together.
It didn’t take long.
Her back arched, tits thrust out against that semitransparent top. Her nipples were hard beneath her bra, the pebbled tips straining as she moaned for me. Her lips opened, inviting and sweet. I leaned down and dribbled a line of drool gently into her mouth. She swallowed, her eyes dozy as she tasted me and?—
Cora sighed, coming apart beneath my hold as my saliva slid down her throat and her slick coated Coach’s worn chair. Her thighs trembled, out of control, hips bucking gently. The softest sounds slid from her lips, and my cock strained in response. I willed my orgasm back as she lost herself in her own, sighing her release, boneless in my hand.
I stroked her pulse point, gentling my hold to caress her. “So fucking beautiful and good for me, Cora,” I praised her. I leaned down and licked my saliva from her lips. “Now ask nicely and I’ll be there tonight for you.”
“Come and be my Chimera protector tonight," she whispered, her hands dropping between her things with another sweet sigh.
