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I removed the butter, dropping it onto a napkin. “You’re right about the contact—hockey certainly trained me to be physical, and that aspect comes very natural to me. But as for the positions, that has nothing to do with the sport.”

“No?”

“I want you to enjoy sex as much as me—and I fucking love it. So I listen to what your body tells me, and I give it what it wants. Whenever it wants it. And how much it wants it.”

“Like the three hours you spent with your face between my legs ...”

I slid the side of my fork through the soft, fluffy layers. “Your pussy told me it needed my tongue. I licked it until your body told me to stop.” The smile I gave her was as powerful as a wink.

Chapter Ten

Maya

Me:Iwas just taking care of a patient, and I swore I smelled you. A wave of your cologne came over me, and it made me smile.

Jordan:It only made you smile?

Me:Well, maybe not justThat.

Jordan:Tell me what else it made you do.

Me:You’re relentless when it comes to this.

Jordan:I’m also hard.

Me:You just had me a few hours ago.

Jordan:And?

Me:Aren’t you tired of it already?

Jordan:If by “it,” you’re referring to your pussy, then I’m not even close to being tired of it.

Me:What if I was referring to me?

Jordan:Same answer applies. Come to the hotel tonight.

Me:I have to work a 12-hour shift today.

Jordan:Which means?

Me:It’s more like 13 hours by the time I leave, and I’m so tired I can’t even see straight. I normally do 8-hour shifts. I’m trying to pick up some overtime.

Jordan:I think you’re telling me it’s going to be a bathtub and Sam Adams kind of night?

Me:Lol. That’s what I’m telling you. It’s not that I don’t want to see you, I just wouldn’t be much more than a pillow princess.

Jordan:A what?

Me:Google it.

Jordan:Jesus, Maya . . .

Me:And considering I like to be an active participant when it comes to that kind of stuff, let’s plan to hang when I haven’t just finished a shift that long.

Me:I’ll see you in the morning?

Jordan:You will.