Page 33 of Hockey Player Seeking Fan (Billionaires Seeking Wives Club #2)

"Imagine it’s my fingers," he says. "Imagine it’s me touching you, feeling you, bringing you to the brink. Fuck. Talk dirty to me."

"What do you want me to say?"

"Anything. I’m touching myself right now. Imagine it’s your fingers."

"I’d slide them up and down your girth. Your cock is getting harder and harder, and it’s turning me on so much.

I’m going to lower my mouth and lick the tip and taste that saltiness.

And then I’m going to let you fuck my mouth.

I’m going to open my throat so wide that you can go as deep as possible, and I’m going to bob my head, and my breasts are going to bounce back and forth, and you’re going to grab my ass and?—"

"Fuck yeah," he says, and I hear him grunting. "Oh, shit. Oh, fuck, yeah. You’ve got a dirty mouth on you, Erica."

"Yeah?"

"You think so?"

"I know so. When this season is over, I’m going to take you to a cabin in Vermont or Maine, and we’re not going to leave for forty-eight hours.

I’m going to fuck you on every single surface.

I’m going to have you calling out my name so many times you would think there was no other name in the English language. "

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," he says. "I miss you."

"What?"

"I miss you. I wish I were with you tonight."

"No, you don’t. You’re just saying that."

"I never just say anything."

"Yeah, well... I also think you won the bet," I say quickly, and I’m not sure why I say that. Maybe because I’m feeling uncomfortable. Maybe I don’t have the way with words that I thought I did.

He pauses, and there’s silence on the phone for a couple of minutes.

"What do you mean, I won the bet?"

"I think you won. I don’t think there are soulmates anymore. I don’t think that love and passion and excitement only come when you’re with the one and only. I think that maybe just enjoying the moment and your partner can be enough."

"I see. So that’s what this is to you?" he says. "Just a fun moment?"

"I mean, isn’t that what this is to you?"

He grunts. "It’s fun, all right. I’m glad we’re both having fun.”

“So what’s your prize?"

"My prize?" His voice sounds twisted. "I don’t know. I’ll have to think of something."

"Don’t sound so excited. I mean, if I’d won, I would’ve had many things on my list."

"Yeah, if you’d won, that would’ve been something."

He sounds slightly dejected, and I wonder if he’s tired or nervous about the game.

"You’re going to do fine, by the way. Practice is going to be great, and I’m sure you’re going to win, and you’re going to be MVP, and you’re going to get a huge bonus."

"Yeah, that sounds really good." He yawns loudly. "But I should go. I don’t want to be late tomorrow and… well, this is an important game."

"It is. And good luck."

"Thank you. And I’ll let you know what I want as a prize."

"I mean, you can say you want me." I laugh.

"Any which way?"

"Any which way, huh?" He sounds slightly salty. "What if I were to say I wanted you in a sex club?"

"Well, as long as I wasn’t with any other men, perhaps."

"What if I wanted people to watch? To watch while I’m breathing heavy and?—"

"You mean you and me?"

"Yeah. Would you be down with that?"

"No, I wouldn’t be down with that. Are you crazy?"

He bursts out laughing. "I was just checking."

"What do you mean, you were just checking?"

"I mean, you went from innocent, sweet little Erica to sex-crazy. You just want to fuck all night long and touch me and touch yourself. And I just wanted to make sure that I didn’t twist your mind too far."

"Why would you have sex in front of someone else?"

"Maybe I’ve already done it," he says.

"At a sex club?"

I’m shocked, and he just chuckles.

"I’m older than you, and I’ve definitely seen more of the world, and we’re just going to leave it at that."

"Oh my gosh. You cannot leave it at that. I want to know!"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because! Tell me, Tyler. Did you have sex at a sex club?"

"I mean… maybe."

"Tyler, tell me."

"Fine, but you have to promise not to judge me."

"I promise."

"And you have to promise to tell me your story—about yourself."

"Well, you are my first lover, so I don’t have any crazy sex stories."

"No. Any other story. Something that no one else knows."

"I mean, I can, but you have to get off the phone."

"Not right now," he says. "Maybe in a little bit. I like talking to you."

"You do?"

I’m beaming from ear to ear now because this is the closest I’ve ever felt to him—which is crazy, because the man’s been inside of me. But we’ve never really spoken like this before. So light and so fun. And I love it.

"I’ll tell you when I need to go to bed," he says. "Right now, let’s just talk. You’ve got a pretty voice. Almost as pretty as you are. Beautiful. And this is fun. Are you having fun?"

"Yeah," I say honestly. "I really am. Who would’ve thought that I would’ve liked talking to Tyler Kane so much?"

"Not me," he says. "Not me at all."

"And who would’ve thought I would’ve liked talking to Erica Carrington so much? The moaning girl.”

"I’m not a moaning girl."

"Do you know how many times you went on and on about me accidentally spilling that drink?"

"Maybe more times than necessary," I say. "But we’re over that now, right?"

"Oh, we’re so over it," he says. "So… you want to hear about my story at the sex club?"

"Yes.”

“And then you’re telling me something."

"Yeah. I’ll tell you something that no one else knows."

"Okay, then."

"Well, this was about five years ago, and I was dating this one woman, and she invited me to go to a club called Excess…"

I listen to him as he continues talking, and there’s a smile on my face.

I’m not even jealous hearing him talk about another woman and the crazy things he got up to.

I just feel comforted. I just feel connected to him.

I lie in bed and just listen to his voice, him telling me stories, and he laughs, and I laugh, and it just feels nice.

It feels really, really nice.

And I suddenly realize that it doesn’t matter if he’s my soulmate or not. It doesn’t matter if we’re truly in love or not. All that matters is that we’re sharing this moment.

Maybe that is the lesson I had to learn in life—not to overthink things. Just to take things as they came.

Because who knows what is going to happen?