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The door was open

Sophie

I wasn’t sure what I would have done if Remy had said no. He was attracted to me, obviously, enough that he was hard. But tonight I needed to be irresistible. I needed to know that just because Ollie didn’t think I was worth having kids with, I was worth it, dammit.

I led Remy to my room. It was messy—I’d been anxious as I got ready and spent more time checking my eyeliner than tidying up.

“Give me a minute,” I said, heading for the pile of clothes I’d left on my bed.

Remy pulled me back. “I don’t care.”

I turned to face him and we were kissing again, slowly moving toward the bed. He turned us, his mouth whispering its way to my neck—damn, his scruff on my skin just did things to me. For long moments I forgot where I was and why I needed this.

“How hard is it to get this dress off?”

I blinked, trying to force my brain back online.

“There’s a zipper, at the side.” I lifted my arm and his hand slid up from my waist, feeling for the tab.

He tugged but it didn’t move, so with a muttered curse he stepped back and used one hand to pull, the other to keep the dress in place as he force the zipper down.

I hadn’t planned on sex when I chose the dress. I’d simply wanted to look good. It took a few tries to shimmy it down until I could step out of it. I straightened and saw Remy’s eyes running up and down my body. I was self-conscious for a moment, until I noticed the heat in his gaze.

I’d worn a thong, to avoid panty lines, and the strapless bra was sheer. Both were red to match the dress. Remy traced a finger over the top of the bra, and then down the middle of my body to do the same to the panties.

Goose bumps pebbled my skin, my nipples showing in hard peaks. I kicked the dress toward the closet, not concerned about it just then. “Maybe it’s time for you to take off a layer or two?”

He nodded but didn’t move. I reached for his tie, but before I could do more than loosen the knot he wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me tight against him and kissing me.

One hand slid down to my bare ass, the other in my hair, messing the updo as he tilted my head so he could deepen the kiss.

I wanted to see him naked, but I could wait when the waiting was like this.

Our tongues met and my skin rubbed against his suit, lighting me up.

I pressed myself closer to him, needing contact to ground me.

He finally pulled himself away, dropping one hand to adjust himself. I drew in some shaky breaths. His eyes shot to the ceiling, his lips moving as his fingers began to pull off the tie.

Another shot of insecurity. I wasn’t the passion queen. “Are you sure you want?—”

His eyes dropped to meet mine and the look in them stopped my words. “Just reciting stats to calm myself down.”

I bit back a smile. I felt sexy. A goddess. But I wanted more.

Remy was quick, tie and jacket flying before his fingers slid down his shirt, releasing the buttons at top speed. He pulled the shirt out of his pants and slid it off, then tugged his undershirt over his head.

Mmmm. I hadn’t been with Ollie during his playing days.

He’d still been fit, but not like this. The chest Remy revealed pulled my gaze, hard pecs, dark chest hair spilling down toward his pants which no longer had a belt and now…

were dropping to the floor. He wore black boxer briefs, and his cock was pressing against the fabric.

I didn’t need to worry—he was into this. Very into this.

He dropped onto the bed to pull off his pants and socks. One hand swept the pile of clothing off, and then he pulled me down to sit on his lap.

“What do you want, Sophie?” he whispered. His hand on my hip slid under the strap of the thong, pulling the fabric against my sex and making me moan. “We can fuck. I can eat you out. You could ride me, or—no, not doggy style. I want to see your face.”

That made things inside me flutter, things that weren’t just about sex.

“Any of it. All of it.” The mental images I had were winding up my arousal.

“Do you have condoms? I didn’t…”

“Bedside table.” I waved a hand in that direction and he leaned forward, displaying impressive core muscles as he held me, reaching into the drawer and grabbing the box.

Once he’d dropped it on the bed and straightened up, he pulled me into another kiss, plundering my mouth while his hands roamed.

He fell back, rolling us on the bed until I was beneath him.

Moving backward, his lips ran down my body till he reached the thong.

I’d be embarrassed about how wet I was if I hadn’t seen his cock fighting against his briefs.

He nosed down the front of the panties before moving toward my core, and I fisted my hands on the duvet to keep from grabbing his hair and forcing him where I wanted him.

He hummed, close enough that the vibrations almost but unfortunately didn’t touch me.

His hands, which had moved across my stomach and down my thighs, finally paused.

One finger slid the thong aside and he licked up my pussy.

I jolted and his free hand pressed down on my hip.

I found my hands in his hair without my conscious thought.

He hummed and licked me again, and a moan slipped through my lips as I struggled between pushing closer and pushing away. It was too much and not enough.

He pulled back and my fingers gripped harder in his hair. “Can you keep still?”

I drew in a shaky breath. “I don’t know. I can try.”

“Good girl.”

I willed myself to relax. His lips whispered across my labia and then one thick finger slid inside me. I was wet enough that there was no resistance, and I squirmed to get more. Then his lips clamped onto my clit and sucked.

I levitated, mind blanked out. My orgasm crashed over me.

When I opened my eyes, body relaxed, Remy looked up at me. “You came?”

I let out a long breath. “Oh yeah. Give me a minute and I can return the favor.”

He lay down beside me. “If you touch my dick with your mouth, I’m going to come immediately. I’d rather do that inside you. If you’re good with that.”

“Definitely. But maybe I can take off the thong now.”

“Allow me.”

Remy

Watching Sophie come had been one of the sexiest things I’d seen in my life.

Somehow, her wearing the red lace made it better, though it was definitely time for naked.

I wanted to see and touch her breasts and her pussy.

Her languid hand wave, muscles limp as a result of my going down on her, made me feel powerful.

I leaned up on one elbow so I was better positioned to deal with her lingerie. The bra opened at the front, so it took only a moment to flick the clasp and release her tits. I leaned over, kissing one nipple then the other. When she sighed in contentment I repeated the move, adding tongue.

She slid a hand into my hair, not tugging, just connecting.

So I worshiped her breasts with my mouth, using my free hand to stroke and tweak the one I wasn’t sucking on.

Her hand gripped and loosened in my hair, the flash of pain a turn-on new to me.

Not that I needed any help, not when the taste of her lingered in my mouth.

Not while her nipples were hard peaks under my touch.

But my dick needed attention, so I sat up, shoving down my boxer briefs to let it loose. I shuffled down the bed to be able to slide off her thong without damaging it.

I looked up to where she was watching me. “You okay to…” Saying fuck felt awkward and crude, and making love like I was making more out of this than it was.

Her lips curved up. “You get that condom on and I’m very okay.”

It took me a couple of seconds to find it and get it on, hands shaky, finally kicking off my boxer briefs.

She slid up the bed, spreading her legs, making room for me.

I ran my hand over her, memorizing the softness of her skin.

Then I slid my fingers between her legs, feeling moisture from her arousal.

I’d done that. Made her wet and ready. Once between her legs, I held my dick, rubbed it against her till I felt her core.

“Remy…” she whispered.

I leaned down to kiss her cheek and down her neck as I slowly slid into her. Her breath hitched and I stilled, waiting for her to be comfortable, but she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my hips, urging me on.

Even through the condom, her tight grip on my dick was testing all my control.

I closed my eyes, pictured Beast’s face, tried to conjugate some French verbs from elementary school to make sure I didn’t come immediately.

She felt too good. I sucked in a breath and slowly pulled back, reluctant to leave her body.

And then pushed back in, a little less slowly.

“Yes,” she breathed.

Back out, and in, each time going faster.

Her hands gripped my shoulders, her legs tightened around me, and soon I was pounding into her, barely clinging to control.

I couldn’t hold out much longer, so I used my thumb to press on her clit.

A couple of presses and then I felt her shudder, her channel gripping my dick and setting off my own orgasm.

I shot into the condom, pulses of pleasure moving over my entire body, sapping my strength and taking all my problems with them. I dropped to my elbows, breath panting, sweat dripping off my body to hers.

Not cool. I pulled out and flopped onto my back, carefully gripping the base of the condom. A couple more breaths. “Where should I put this?”

Her eyes blinked open. “There’s a garbage can over there.”

I sat up, dropping my feet over the side of the bed and dealing with the aftereffects. I leaned forward on my elbows, trying to bring my brain cells back online.

I felt her hand on my back, running over my tattoo. “This is pretty impressive. It’s the only piece you have?”

I tensed but didn’t pull away. “Yeah.” The tattoo covered my back, a lake scene with loons and trees, echoing the calm of the cottage.

“Is that your cabin?”

“It’s kind of like that. Not an exact match, but the feel of it.”

She sat up behind me. “I can see why you love the place.”

I should let it go at that. I never explained, but I wanted her to know the bad as well as the good so she could pull away if she needed to. Better for me to be prepared if tonight was it. “It’s covering up a tattoo I got when I was young and stupid.”

“Not a naked woman, was it?”

I snorted. “No. I had the World Junior trophy on one side and the Calder Cup on the other, almost life-sized on my back.”

She didn’t respond for a moment. She moved around till she could see my face. “So you covered it up?”

I kept my eyes on the floor. “It was a little, I don’t know, presumptuous maybe? After I was injured and got back to playing in the NHL, I wasn’t at that level anymore. I heard some comments in the locker room. It seemed like a good idea to cover it up.”

She was watching me, head tilted. “Maybe those guys were jealous. You did something really impressive, and they envied you.”

I lifted my head, putting more of her in my line of sight. “You think they were jealous?” She shrugged. It moved her breasts in a way that distracted me for a moment. “But that was kid stuff. It wasn’t like I’d won the Stanley Cup and got that inked on my back.”

She snorted. “It’s not just kid stuff. Believe me, Ollie still feels those losses. It was a big deal, and you should be proud of what you did.”

“Even though I’ve never done anything since?”

It ate at me sometimes, the frustration of not being what I had been. Kept me chasing the dream as I grew older, more tired, further from that peak.

Her hand touched my arm, then retreated. “You’ve heard of one-hit wonders, right? Musicians who had one big hit? Should they be embarrassed by their success?”

I had no response.

“So you didn’t win the Stanley Cup. But you won a big international tournament when you were a teenager, and a championship at a professional level. Plus, you’ve held on to a career in hockey for all these years. I know how difficult the sport can be, so that’s an accomplishment too.”

I looked away again. I’d never considered that hanging around this long was a real accomplishment.

Being a backup was supposed to be a step on the way to being a starter.

No records set, no awards won—could just surviving be something to be proud of?

Especially when most of the time I suspected that I was signed in hopes of finding that lightning in a bottle again.

And then they were disappointed when it didn’t happen, and I was on the move.

It was a lot to think about. Maybe. But not here. Not now. Sophie had needed reassurance that she was a desirable woman. She hadn’t been looking to cheer up my sorry self. I’d best get back to Beast, who’d need a chance to pee by now.

I’d treasure this night. I’d gotten more out of it than Sophie had, I was sure. And I’d be an idiot if I didn’t make sure the door was open for more if she ever wanted it. But I wouldn’t presume.

I stood up and reached for my clothes.