Page 102 of Goalie Secrets

Is that a word? It should be.

“What are you doing?”

“Um, nothing?” I say, my voice parched.

“Jeremy, are those my boudoir pictures!”

“Yes! They fell out of the box, and how can I resist?”

“Fell out, huh. Give them back.”

“C’mon, beautiful. This is my move-in gift. They are so fucking hot.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Plenty of women look better than I do.”

“Let me look closer so I can give a detailed opinion.”

“I don’t think so,” she quips.

“Not even for putting away my hockey gear so you never have to be exposed to its biohazard stink?”

“I, um, I haven’t looked at them since last year. My pictures, I mean.”

“Then let’s look at them together. Sit on my lap so I can tell you a story about this fucking unbelievably hot woman.”

She doesn’t say no, so I wrap my arms around her waist and whisper in her ear. “You gotta torture me with these wet dream photos? I don’t know if I want to rip them up so I’m the only one who ever sees them. Or hang them on the wall because they’re the most beautiful images I’ve ever seen.”

“I-I’m wearing them right, um, right now,” she stutters shyly.

“What?”

“The white ones. I didn’t have time to do my usual laundry, so I had to put them on.”

I fall on my knees.

“Are you OK?” she asks, alarmed.

“Let me see them.”

“Jeremy! We’re in the middle of moving.”

“Why did you tell me you had them on, Vanya?”

“I don’t know.”

“I know. Because feeling sexy in these lacy numbers feels good. I can make you feel so much more than good, beautiful. I’m on my knees and begging. Let me see. Say yes. Say yes for both of us.”

She leans against the table while I pull down her leggings. The lace number peeks out, even better than the pictures.

“I’ve been so good, haven’t I? This is my reward,” I mumble while running my lips over the lace.

“So good,” she moans.

“Are you wet for me, Dr. Kapur?”

“You know I am.”

I inhale before going in for long, steady laps of my tongue. I move the thong to the side easily because the underwear is barely held up by strings. Alternating between delving deep and sucking her clit, it doesn’t take long for Vanya to submit to pleasure. I love it when she lets go. When she letsmetake care ofher. Her fingers tighten around my hair and her legs clamp around my face as convulsions take over.