“Rule number two…”
“Should I get a notepad?”
“No.” I laugh, and my two fingers take hold of his zipper. “We do things together. I’m not a damsel in distress. We’re a team.”
“Okay.”
“Rule number three…”
He inhales a deep breath. “What?”
“You can fuck me whenever you want now.”
I look up and his eyes smolder with unbridled need.
“That’s my favorite rule.” His hands fall to my hips. “And can I just say, I like the skirts.” He pulls the fabric up, circling us around so I’m at the edge of my desk.
“I’ll have to remember that.”
I push his jeans and boxer briefs down to his ankles, and he tugs my skirt up to my waist and pushes my thong aside, his finger running the length of my folds. “Soaked.”
I nod and grab a hold of him. “Hard.”
We laugh, until he bends me back and puts the tip of his dick right at my entrance. “I swear tonight you’ll get slow and loving, but after all the drama, I need you something fierce right now.”
“Me too. Take me however you want.”
He thrusts into me. “Fuck, you’re a perfect fit.”
I grab the edge of my desk to anchor myself so he can thrust in and out of me. “Aiden.”
His finger goes to my clit and he circles it, stirring a hunger inside me I want to savor, but my orgasm is barreling to the forefront like a raging animal and I can’t control it. I shatter under his hand and he continues to glide in and out, all the way to the hilt, until he grunts and collapses on top of me.
I’m a trembling mess on my desk when he straightens, grabbing a few Kleenex to clean up the mess. After we’re both clean, he takes me in his arms, sitting in my office chair.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” I say, listening to his heartbeat start to return to normal.
“For trusting me.”
“The same could be said for you.”
He looks at me, obviously not understanding.
“Frankie told me about your niece.”
“She did?” He turns his face away from me, but I nudge him with my hand to look at me.
“She did, and we don’t have to do any social media if you don’t want to. You could’ve told me.”
He puts his finger to my lips. “It’s fine. You’ve done nothing but be professional on there. Although I will post a picture of the two of us at some point.”
I shake my head. “You will not.”
He tightens his arms around my waist. “You don’t understand. I want the whole entire world to know you’re mine. Look, I punched my agent, who’s had my back for years. Can you imagine what I’d do to a stranger if he hit on you? It’s for the public’s best interests really.”
I laugh and stand, sliding my skirt down over my ass.
“Ditch and come home with me. We can have a bonfire and sex on the beach,” he says.
That does sound nice. “I should work.”
“Come on. I have a game tomorrow night and I want at least one full night with you in my bed.” He rests his chin on my stomach.
I stare down at him, my fingers moving through his silky strands of dark hair. “Okay. But this cannot happen all the time. I do have work.”
He stands and towers over me. Picking up discarded clothes, he puts them back on. “Let’s go. Are you gonna tell Tedi she can come back?”
I straighten my desk because Tedi will never let me live it down if she knows I had sex on my desk. “She’ll come back on her own. You were really angry when you showed up here, huh?”
“I could say the same about you. It turned me on.” His dark eyes sparkle.
“So we’re in agreement that make-up sex is awesome then.”
“Not enough to start a fight over, but I do like the idea of stripping your clothes off.” He grins at me.
We leave my office and head down to his SUV. After a quick trip to my place, he drives us to his house that overlooks the gulf. This is something I could definitely get used to.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Saige
If someone had asked me where Aiden Drake, center for the Florida Fury, lived, I never would’ve guessed here. The house isn’t huge by any standard, but it’s on the beach with its own pool and hot tub in the back. He has neighbors, but none of them are too close, allowing him enough privacy to do as he pleases.
“Go ahead outside, I’ll get us some drinks,” he says.
I walk through the house to the sliding glass doors and the patio that overlooks the Gulf of Mexico. It’s a beautiful sight. I imagine myself enjoying the sound of waves crashing on the sand when I wake up in the morning.
“What do you think?” he asks, stepping outside with a beer for him and a glass of wine for me.
“It’s beautiful.” I accept the glass and he stands next to me, staring at what I assume is his stretch of private beach.
“Took me forever to find. I saved for my first two years in the league, living with Maksim. I was close to buying land and building until this popped up on the market. I’ve had to do a lot of renovations, but I can’t beat the seclusion. And the view.” He tips back his beer.
“I agree. Have you always played for the Florida Fury?”
“Yep. They drafted me and I’ve been here ever since. Another reason I don’t really want to go anywhere else. I’ve made my life here. I mean, look at this. What if I end up in some high-rise in New York? I know I’d hate it.”
I walk around the pool and sit on his lounge furniture. “Well, you wouldn’t have to give this up, but your seasons are pretty long.”
He nods. “I’m still holding out hope Gerhardt doesn’t trade me. He’s been off my ass since I started playing well, so hopefully it continues that way.”
“Less than three weeks.” I hold out my wine glass and he clinks his bottle against it.
“I really don’t wanna talk hockey with you,” he says, sliding closer to me on the sofa.
“What do you want to talk about?”
“I don’t wanna talk. I wanna make out like a couple of teenagers.” He nuzzles his head into the crook of my neck, kissing and licking his way up until he reaches my mouth. When his tongue plunges inside, I almost drop my wine glass—he’s that good of a kisser.
When he closes the kiss, I say, “You could show me the rest of the place.”
He sets his beer on the table and takes my wine glass, putting it next to it. “Deal.”
Picking me up and lifting me over his shoulder, Aiden carries me into his house, up a flight of stairs, and down a hall to a master bedroom most people would give their firstborn to have.
He drops me on the bed, and I soak it all in. It’s decorated very minimalistic with a wooden-frame king bed and white bedding. It’s the view that makes the room what it is, and the floor-to-ceiling sliding windows that look out over the gulf has my jaw on the floor.
“Tell me what it’s like to watch a storm coming in from here. It must be amazing.” I imagine a lazy morning in Aiden’s arms, hearing the thunder roll in and watching it from bed while we make love over and over.