Page 24 of Hockey Halloween

“Perfectly fine,” I assure him, gesturing my hands up and down my body.

In my head, that move was purely to illustrate that he didn’t even bump into me, so I am completely unharmed.

In reality, I’m standing in an open doorway, pointing out the curves on my body to the only man who's managed to bring my body to orgasm in the last year or more.

Before embarrassment can set in, I see the heat in Josh’s eyes. He clears his throat and is doing his best to act both casual and professional, but he’s not fooling me.

“I came to see if Ollie’s around,” I blurt.

Smooth, Grim. So smooth. “I have some info to pass along to him about the winter carnival,” I explain, holding the sheaf of papers out as proof that I didn’t hike across campus just to catch a glimpse of the sexiest man alive.

I doubt my performance is convincing, but it’s the effort that counts, right?

“You just missed him by about ten minutes. He won’t be back until mid-afternoon. Is there something I can do for you?”

Oh, Coach Novotny. What a loaded question that is.

There are so many things you can do for me.

And to me. And with me. Instead of attempting to pull off that sultry line, I shrug and pull the papers closer to my chest. “Can I leave them somewhere for him? I don’t suppose you have little mail slots for all the guys? ”

Josh laughs. “No. They’ve got lockers, but if those papers are important, we should keep them safe. Come with me, we can put them in my office.”

Since he’s kind enough not to mention that I could have simply emailed them, I happily follow him down the corridor. Okay, fine. I’d follow him down the corridor just to watch his ass in those fitted pants.

By the time we make it to his office, I’m truly sad that I didn’t get to return any favors that night at the bar. Granted, his costume was made that pretty much impossible, but I’m teetering on the edge of full-blown lust right now and wishing that I’d have gotten to taste more than just his lips.

“Val?”

Josh’s voice breaks through my lust-fogged brain. “Sorry, what?” I ask.

He points to a filing cabinet in the corner of the room. “You can put the papers right on top there. I’ll make sure Ollie gets them when he comes in.”

“Great,” I say a little too brightly, setting the papers on the metal surface before turning back to Josh. He’s only a few feet away from me, but the pull between us is undeniable.

“Yeah, I’m so glad I could be of assistance to you. It’s a good thing you walked those across campus. They look very important, and you can’t be too careful these days. You wouldn’t want to risk sending sensitive information like that in an email.”

I blush at his teasing, begging my brain to come up with some zinger to launch playfully back at him and let me save a little face. But before my brain cells can kick into gear, Josh starts talking again.

“Tell me not to,” he says, leaning against his desk, his posture anything but casual.

“Not to what?” I ask.

“Tell me not to swallow up the distance between us and kiss you right now.”

“Is that what you want to do?” I ask. “Kiss me?”

His smile is wry. “It’s what I’ve wanted since I saw you in that costume in my driveway. Hell, since I left that bar. No, since I left the damn bathroom. The only thing I’ve thought about since my lips were on your body last week is how to get them back on your body.”

I take the decision out of his hands. Out of mine, too. It’s like my feet have a mind of their own. In three steps, I’m standing in front of him, reaching for him.

His mouth covers mine as his fingers delve into the curtain of my hair.

This isn’t just a kiss. It’s a full body experience.

It’s like we’re both making up for lost time.

Something in my brain tells me I should pull away.

We’re in his office at our mutual place of employment, for heaven’s sake!

But rational thought is drowned out by the need coursing through my body.

I’m craving his skin on mine, so when he shifts to the left and reaches out, engaging the lock on his door, I don’t mind at all.

“We don’t have to—I just…My guys will barge in here without even knocking, so I thought?—”

I pull him back toward me, pressing up against him. “Good thinking,” I tell him, effectively dispelling any notion that we’re not on the same page. We most certainly are. And if we aren’t, it’s because I’m one chapter ahead.

Our hands are all over each other. Maybe we have a thing for enclosed, semi-public places, or maybe we’re just tired of fighting the connection between us.

I know it’s probably a bad idea, but I’m desperate for him.

I’ll start thinking logically later, after an orgasm.

Yes, surely that’s what my brain needs. As soon as I surrender to all the pleasure I know Josh can bring me, my brain function will be restored.

Solid plan.

Josh must be thinking along the same lines because his hands skim my sides while his unmistakable erection presses against my belly.

I can’t wait any longer, so I cover his hands with mine and tug my skirt up.

Inch by inch, I reveal more skin as he watches with rapt attention.

When my lace-covered pussy comes into view, his mouth devours mine once again as his fingers trace the outline of the fabric. The very wet fabric.

He mutters a curse, but I swallow it up.

We’re consuming each other. He pushes the useless scrap of fabric aside and I gasp at the electric contact.

“Please,” I hear myself beg, and thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait.

He touches and teases, holding me close while he explores.

Finally, he thrusts two fingers inside me and it’s all I can do to stop myself from crying out.

Burying my face in his chest, I let desire wash over me .

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he says. “I need to feel you come for me, but we have to be quiet. The place is mostly empty, but?—”

I rock myself onto his hand urging him on.

I can be quick and quiet, if it means more of his touch.

I let my eyes flutter closed so I can feel everything he’s doing to me.

It’s incredible. It’s just what I need. When he scissors his fingers inside me, I break, falling silently over the edge.

I’m being quiet, but there’s no mistaking what just happened.

I open my eyes to see him smiling, satisfaction evident in the wicked smile on his face.

I’m too blissed out to care that he’s practically gloating, and when he reaches for his zipper and strokes himself, I’m tempted to get on my knees.

“I don’t keep condoms in my office,” he tells me, his lips curving up in a smile. “But my brother made me put a couple in my wallet at the bar the other night.” I watch as he reaches for his wallet and withdraws a purple foil package. “We don’t have to?—”

Snatching the condom from his hand, I grin. “We don’t have to,” I echo, “but I want to.”

It takes no time to sheath him, but holy freaking crap.

Every inch of him is beautiful, including all the inches of his thick cock.

He’s pushed some things aside so he’s now sitting on his desk, cradling me in his lap.

My skirt is functioning more like a belt right now, and one of my heels has fallen to the floor, but I’m not worried about any of that.

I’m not worried about anything but trying to stay quiet as I lift my hips and let him guide his cock at my entrance.

I sink down, loving the look on his face as our bodies collide.

Our coupling is hurried and frantic, but still so damn good.

He’s thick and full and I can feel myself coming again after just a few minutes together.

He’s pumping up into me, just as desperate as I am.

His release is powerful, and it sets off aftershocks in my body.

We’re basically a tangled, sweaty knot of combustible sexual energy, and we’re in the middle of his office.

I should feel shame or guilt, but all I feel is the need for more.

Josh is gentle as we separate. He’s careful to keep me close as he reaches into a drawer for a spare t-shirt and uses it to clean us both up. Within minutes, we’re both presentable again, but he locks his arms around me as he looks me in the eye. “Have dinner with me tonight? With us?”

I understand what he’s saying: he and Reese are a package deal. That’s more than fine with me. I love that little girl already. But when I open my mouth to accept his invitation, no sound comes out.

My eyes are fixed on the shock of blond hair that I see through the cracks in the blinds.

Josh pulls back. “Val, is that okay? I could ask my folks to watch her, but?—”

His words are barely registering, and he quickly takes stock of the shock on my face. “What’s wrong?”

I point to the window by his door. The blinds are pulled, but they didn’t offer enough protection. “Someone saw us,” I squeak.

“No one's here,” he assures me. “Granted, we should probably find a better place to, uh…hang out, but I didn’t hear or see anything. We’re okay.”

“I saw hair. Blond hair. And we’re not okay. At least I’m not. You’ve worked here for years, and I just started. Oh, my god. What were we thinking?”

His smile is kind and patient. “We weren’t thinking. At least, not with our brains.”

But my mind is on a hamster wheel of doom. “My whole job is to mitigate scandal and now I’m the one causing it. I’m the new girl. Getting caught sleeping with a co-worker at work is not a good look. I know this. Everyone knows this.”

Josh presses a kiss to my temple before moving me aside so he can investigate. Opening his door, he glances left and right. “The coast is clear, I promise.”

“I swear I saw someone, but just for a second,” I insist, wondering if I’m losing my mind. That would be preferable to losing my job, though.

“Blond, you said?”

“Yeah,” I answer.

“Van?” he calls, but no one answers. “If it was anyone, it was Coach Vandaele, but I doubt he noticed. I don’t think he’s here. I promise, we’re good.”

I nod, hoping he’s right.