Page 36 of Don't Puck Up

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We lost. Only by one, but we still lost.

We were staying in LA tonight, so I headed down to the player entrance to meet Chris, but before I got there, his message came through.

Coach has me doing the press conference. I’ll be a little while.

I sent him a love heart in response. Coach would never ask him to sit in unless he was happy with Chris’s performance. I knew that all the reporters would be dying to ask him about his return. Doing it on a loss wasn’t ideal, but for the few minutes he’d played, he looked good and blocked some key passes.

Carina was exhausted by the time the game had finished, and Cara, Roe, and Hux had plans, so there was nothing to do but sit and waitfor him. I busied myself answering comments on my social media posts of the game and generally daydreaming about what I hoped would happen tonight.

“Hey, baby,” Chris said, surprising me.

I looked at the time. An hour had passed faster than I realized.

I stood up and wrapped my arms around his neck, rising up to kiss him softly. “You played so well tonight. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you.” He pressed another kiss to my lips and hummed. “They asked me about coming back. I told them Mironov and I were working our way back up to the first line. Coach said we’ll get there before we know it.” He grinned happily, his eyes dancing with excitement, and my heart skipped a beat.

“You will.” I patted the lapel of his charcoal suit and gestured to the parking lot with a tilt of my head. “We have a hotel to get to. Shall we?”

“Think he’ll be there yet?”

“If he is, he definitely needs to reward you for the way you played tonight.”

Chris slipped in behind me as we walked, and the hard ridge of his erection pressed against my ass. “I want to watch him make you come too.”

“I’m sure you will.”

The drive from the arena to the hotel in downtown LA was short, but Chris’s hand on my leg ratcheted up my desire until my body was a mass of writhing hormones desperate for release. Thank God I’d checked in earlier, so we already had a key to the penthouse suite. I think I would have died had we needed to wait.

It was bad enough in the elevator together. The whole ride up was filled with tension. I itched to touch Chris, and the fire in his eyes told me that he wanted the same. But we didn’t dare close thegap between us. Not when the car was filled with other people who probably wouldn’t appreciate the show.

The elevator opened in the foyer to the penthouse level, a marble table adorned with an urn filled with long stemmed roses the only furniture in the room. Doors to the two apartments were in front of us.

The lights were dim when we entered the suite, exactly the way I’d left them. The view through the open drapes was gorgeous—the millions of twinkling lights spread out like a blanket of stars below us.

Chris shrugged off his jacket and eased himself onto the sofa. I pulled the bottle of his favorite whiskey off the mini bar and poured it over ice for him. My man deserved a little pampering. He’d taken the first step in his return, and he was riding the high of the game.

I kicked off my boots and straddled him. His thick thighs legs were solid under me, and his erection flexed as I pressed in close to him.

I gripped his tie and loosened the knot.

“Leave it on.”

I squeaked in surprise, and my pulse went haywire, my heart galloping like a herd of wild horses. Excitement pulsed in my veins. V was here with us, and suddenly I was in the mood to play.

I scrambled over the couch, a smile on my face. I looked him up and down, taking in my fill, and sucked in a breath. His trench coat hung open, the top button on his jeans undone. His chest was bare, the mask on his face a sexy tease hiding his identity from us.

Chris licked his lips as V slid a hand over his bulge, not even trying to hide the erection tenting his jeans. My eyes were glued on his strong hands as he played with the button.

"Drink up, Chris,” he rasped in that deep sexy voice. “Watch while your wife sucks me."

I wanted that a hell of a lot, but Chris loved the chase, and I wanted his mind blown tonight. I dashed to the side, running around the kitchen table before darting into the bedroom. V laughed and followed me in, but I was already hiding behind a locked door in the two-way bathroom.

My breaths were loud and my footsteps heavy, while V’s were silent. I could feel him stalking me, exiting the bedroom and then waiting for me to come out. His energy vibrated off the walls, loud in his silence.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," he taunted.