Page 58 of The Penalty Shot (Totally Pucked 5)

After leaving lunch, I take the train back home and stop at the grocery store that’s just up the street from our apartment. I still have a few hours until Alex gets home, so I take my time at the grocery store, picking out things for dinner and a bottle of wine.

Just as I’m putting the grocery bag down on the kitchen table, my phone vibrates in my back pocket.

I fish it out and glance down at the screen. When I see Asher’s name, I can’t stop the smile from spreading on my face. It’s only been a few days since we took things further and slept together, but I can’t stop thinking about it.

How patient Asher was. He was reassuring, gentle, and attentive. Everything I could have asked for and more, and it’s a memory I’ll never forget. Not when I still have an ache between my thighs from him inside me.

Truthfully, I wanted to do it again. I just didn’t have the courage to ask him for it, but I’m working on it. Day by day, I find myself becoming more comfortable in asking for what I want.

Still smiling, I open his message.

Asher: Can’t stop thinking about you.

My heart hammers in my chest as I reread the message. Sitting down at the table, I type a quick response.

Me: Me…or what I’m making for dinner? ;)

Asher: You. For dinner. Can’t stop thinking about it.

Me: Asher! You are incorrigible.

If he was here right now, he would probably tease me for the blush on my cheeks, but I can’t help it. His dirty mouth always makes my stomach do flips, and my cheeks heat. I’m not sure if I will ever get used to it, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love it.

Asher: I’ve been thinking about you all day. The feel of you wrapped around me, how your pulse flutters in your neck when I kiss you there, and how my name sounds when it comes from your lips as a moan.

I clench my thighs together as I read, remembering each of those things in vivid detail from just the other night, and I want more. I want the feeling that I get whenever I’m with Asher.

Before I can even type a response, my phone rings, and a FaceTime notification from Asher pops up.

Hesitantly, I answer, and his handsome face fills the screen. God, even sweaty and disheveled from practice, he’s still so handsome that it takes my breath away.

“Hi,” I squeak.

A boyish grin spread on his lips. “Hi, beautiful. I take it you saw my message?”

I nod.

“Good. I’m going to be leaving practice in a few, but I want you to do me a favor before I get home.”

I watch as he pulls his hockey bag off his shoulder and tosses it into the back seat of his truck, then climbs into the front seat.

“Sure.”

“Go in my bedroom and look in my nightstand drawer,” he says, his voice taking on a low, gravelly tone that I feel between my legs, “I got you something.”

I find myself sliding off the chair and heading in the direction of his room, completely confused but following his request anyway. Mostly because I’m curious as to what he could have gotten me. I open the door to his room and turn on the light. It’s neat and tidy, exactly what I’ve come to expect from him. I make my way to the nightstand next to his bed and open the drawer.

There are a lot of things in there, things that make all the heat rush to my cheeks.

“Asher!” I say, my gaze flitting back to his face on my phone. “You did not buy this.”

He laughs, deep and low. “Yes, I did, Killer, and we’ve got a date tonight.”

His words travel straight to my core, and arousal snakes through my body, causing me to shiver at his playful tone.

“See you when I get home beautiful.” He winks, and then the screen goes black, leaving me with my jaw hanging slightly agape.

The drawer is full of sex toys, and I’m left wondering…which one of these exactly did he get for me?

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