He blinked. “Shit, really? I’m sorry.”
“What I’m saying is that I need to at least string together a short stint where I manage to look professional.”
Leo lifted her palm to his mouth and kissed it. “All right. I get it. If you need to be stealthy for a while, I’m not going to wreck things for you. But I need to see you. Often.” He kissed her wrist, and then her forearm. “And I need to show you how much I missed you.” He kissed the inside of her elbow. Then he leaned closer and kissed her shoulder. Her neck. The place beneath her ear that made her shiver.
Georgia whimpered against his shoulder. “You’re making me crazy.”
“Good.” He put his fingers to the buttons of the silky blouse she’d worn tonight.
“No.” She sat up a little straighter. “We can’t. Silas will come back.”
Leo held back a groan. He was pretty sure that Silas had made himself scarce for a while. But Leo wouldn’t push it. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. “Watch some TV with me, then.”
“Okay.”
“Can you get the clicker? It’s a pain in the ass to arrange the ice packs.”
“Sure, old man.” She crawled away from him, toward the edge of the bed, and in her skirt it was quite the image.
“Wait. Just stop right there,” he said before she managed to hop down. “This is a better view than TV.”
She rolled her eyes at him and then fetched the remote. She chose a late night comedian.
“Not the highlights?”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to watch your hit on replay.”
“But I’m right here!” He put an arm around her shoulders.
“I know you are.” A soft hand landed on his stomach. “Does it hurt here?”
“No, baby.”
She swept her hand a bit lower. “Here?” Her fingers teased the sensitive skin just north of his sweatpants.
He chuckled. “I’m not sure. Touch me some more so I can figure it out.”
Georgia slid her hand right underneath the waistband and wrapped her hand around his thickening cock.
“Ahh,” he said, surprised. “No pain there.”
“Good.” She released him, sadly. But then she got off the bed again and went over to the hotel room door. He heard a clunk, which he decided was the sound of Georgia repositioning that U-shaped barrier lock which frequently appeared on hotel room doors.
Yesssss. A nice little wave of lust rolled down Leo’s groin just hearing it. And when Georgia came back to the bed, he reached for her again.
“No,” she whispered, steering his hands away. “Just let me take care of you tonight.” Then she reached into his sweats and pulled out his dick. “Mmm,” she said, licking her lips. She leaned down and tongued the head of his cock.
Leo exhaled in a great gust. And when she opened her mouth and took him in, he pressed his back into the pillows behind him. “So fucking nice,” he rasped, gathering her silky hair in one hand. She released him, but then licked him from root to tip. “Whew,” he said, beginning to tingle everywhere. “Are you sure you don’t want me to . . .”
Georgia chose that moment to swallow him, and he couldn’t finish the sentence. She was working him over, and it was so, so good. When he finally caught his breath, he made another suggestion. “Flip around. There’s only a skirt and some stockings in my way.”
She shook her head, then tongued his tip. She raised her chin, and the view was straight out of his fantasies. His girl between his legs, looking up at him with lust in her eyes. “You’ve had a long night. Just let me soothe you. Tell me how you like it.”
As if she didn’t know. “I like it from you. That’s how I like it.”
“Mmm,” she said, dropping a hand to cup his balls. Then she bent over him again, taking him into her heavenly mouth. She gave a good, hard suck, and Leo sank into the pleasure of it. He was a lucky, lucky man, and not about to forget it.
TWENTY-THREE
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 13TH
15 DAYS BEFORE THE NHL TRADE DEADLINE
BROOKLYN, NEW YORK
TOP TEAM HEADLINE:
“Bruisers to Face Boston, Washington, and Rangers in Home Game Spree”
—New York Post
Going home to Brooklyn the following day had been a relief. But Georgia was still swamped at work. So on Saturday morning she went in to the office for a few hours to finish what she hadn’t gotten done the previous day. But even that wasn’t enough. There were still two hundred unopened e-mails in her inbox by the time it grew dark outside. There were media requests to answer and player bios to update. And the head of Nate’s charitable foundation wanted to put the finishing touches on their next benefit dinner, slated for the following week.
She was still there at seven when the GM stuck his head in her office door. “Everything okay? When I see a publicist working on a Saturday night, I think, scandal.” He chuckled.
“Everything is fine, Hugh,” she said quickly. “Really.”
He frowned. “You must need some help, though. We’ve been busy with the trade deadline approaching, but we need to find someone else for publicity.”
“I’m good for now,” Georgia said quickly.
Hugh gave her a thoughtful nod. “You’re a really good sport is what you are. G’night.”
Georgia listened to his footsteps retreating, then called Becca’s Katt Phone. “Fire up the dumpling cannons,” she said when her roommate answered. “It’s been a long day, and I’m going to need some trash TV to relax.”
“Buddy, I already ordered for you. Jade dumplings and spring rolls from Thai Me Up.”
“Yes!”
“I won’t be home, though. I have a date.”
“Um, what?” Georgia wasn’t sure she’d heard correctly.
Becca laughed. “You don’t have to sound so shocked. I just figured you’d be spending all kinds of time with Leo now. And it made me realize I needed to get out more. So I let my sister fix me up with one of her coworkers. We’re all going to a comedy club in Chelsea.”
“Wow. Have a great time.”
“I plan to. Get your butt home, though, because—dumplings. And I’m leaving another little surprise for you on the sofa.”
“What is it?”
“Just come home.” Becca hung up on her.