Page 123 of Penalty Shot

“Yeah, the guys dropped me off at the hotel and we had a drink at the bar.”

“When do you get the condo that management arranged? You probably miss having a kitchen.”

“Not as much as I miss feeding you,” I quip.

She doesn’t say anything at first and then, gently, she utters, “I miss you too, Randall. So much.”

My chest is filled with longing as well as guilt. Although I like hearing my emotions reciprocated, I don’t enjoy her melancholy.

It’s only been a few days.

This will be manageable, eventually.

I think.

I hope.

“In two days, which is when I have a full day off.”

“Good,” she says with a sigh of relief. “So, do you like your new teammates?”

“They’re fine.” I don’t elaborate, because I need a break from hockey. “Let’s talk about you. How’s the play? Did you meet the department head?”

“The play is great, and the syllabus is, um, completed.” Is it me or is her tone dodgy?

“Completed as in you submitted it?”

“Anyway, I finished a difficult scene today. Can’t wait to show you.”

It doesn’t escape my notice that Elise avoided my question about her teaching materials. I let it go because I’d rather hear about her play anyway.

“Send it to me tomorrow. I wanna read it.”

Elise nods and offers me a softened expression, as if my encouragement is a kindness. It isn’t. Her talent fascinates me. The play is awesome. I miss her creative energy as much as I miss her body. Which is so fucking much.

“What are you wearing under those blankets?” I ask.

She pulls down the cover to reveal a simple tank top and tiny sleep shorts. My arousal surges like I’m fifteen and seeing a naked woman’s body for the first time. I grab my cock and squeeze.

“Fuck, baby, I can see your nipples. Do they miss my mouth?”

“Every inch of me misses your mouth,” she sighs.

“Wanna see how hard it makes me to hear you say that?”

“Yes, sir, please show me your hard cock,” she coos with a grin.

I go to the bathroom and drop my pants so she sees my grip at the base of a very thick, very stiff dick. There’s not a lot of finesse in me tonight.

“God, that’s so hot,” she says, licking her lips.

“Get your shirt off. I want to see your breasts,” I grunt.

She sits up and pulls off the tank top to reveal breasts I’m dying to taste.

“Can’t believe I haven’t fucked your tits yet,” I grunt like an animal.

“That’s a real shame,” she says past partly parted lips. She’s just as out of breath and needy.