Page 71 of How We End

He took the glass and drained the wine before setting it down.“Yeah, why?”

“Because you do this thing with your jaw.You also do it when you’re trying to put on your pants and since you have pants on…” I touched the muscle that was tight.The tightness carried down to his neck.He grabbed my wrist and pressed it to his nose.

“Is this the perfume you wore that first night?”

“Yes.”It had been a mistake.I never wore perfume with any client.This one was my favorite.You had to be so close to smell it.

“Can you save this one for me?Not wear it for them.”He watched me as he ran his nose along my wrist.“Please.”

“I never wear perfume for them.That first night with you, that was a mistake.I had forgotten about it.It was careless of me.”

“No, it was lucky for me.”He pulled me closer.“So it’s mine.”

“Yes.”I loved these quiet moments between us.They were soft, and they were ours.The neon and harshness of Las Vegas felt so far away.“If you’d like, I can ask the company to change the name to Julian Silver.”

“That would be a horrible smell,” he teased.

“I think you smell good.”And I loved that I could smell his cologne on my skin after he left.It would cling to his shirt, the one I’d wear to make us coffee in the morning.

“After I’ve showered.You don’t want to get near me after a game.”

I twisted the soft hair at the nape of his neck.“I don’t know about that.”I could feel his cock growing in his pants.We could fuck anywhere now.I could fuck him here or pressed up against the large glass windows that made up the entire northwest side of the house.“I’ve seen those post-game interviews.You all sweaty and dressed in your uniform.Maybe I have some deep-seated fantasy about that,” I whispered in his ear.

“You have a fantasy about fucking a sweaty hockey player?”He lifted a brow.

“No, fucking you as a sweaty hockey player.”I nipped at his jaw.

“Then come to a game.I’ll leave straight from the ice, won’t even take my skates off, and there’s a bathroom outside the locker room.I’ll take you right there.”His voice was low and his eyes dark.God, he was a beautiful man.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Mr.Silver.”I ran my hand up his sweatshirt.

“Oh yeah, you think that’s a good time?”He sat up and pulled his sweatshirt off.“Come to the game on Friday.I’ll show you.”

I pulled off my shirt to reveal I was wearing nothing underneath it.His eyes skated over my body, landing on my mouth.“Oh yeah, and if you get hit in the face with a puck again?”I didn’t know why this was turning me on.Thinking about him and me in a dirty bathroom.It would probably lead to a UTI or some other rash.But the thought of others knowing that he was fucking me did something to me.

“Then lucky you.”His hand slid up my back, cupping my neck.“I’ll be covered in sweat, blood, and snot.You are such a lucky girl,” he said against my mouth.

“Yes, I am.”I worked to free his cock from his pants.

“Do you want me to wear a condom?”

“That’s up to you.You’re the only one I’ve ever done without protection.”And I had never wanted to before Julian.

“Is it irresponsible of me that I don’t want to wear one?”He lowered his mouth to my breast.His tongue swirled around my nipple.

“Is it irresponsible that I’m glad you said that?”I tangled my hands in his hair.

“I guess we’ll be irresponsible together.”

“I guess.”I shifted and slid down on his cock.

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“So will you come to a game?And no, I will not fuck you in the dirty equipment bathroom.There isn’t enough room.And it’s gross.”

We were lying in bed now after a shower that led to oral.Julian had a bit of an oral fixation, not that I was complaining.Then we fucked again in bed.I felt like some horny teenager that had just discovered what a cock was.“You take all the fun out of everything.”

“That would not be fun.”He didn’t say another word.