Page 88 of Penalty Shot

Just to be sure everyone around us pays attention, I raise my arm up and down, finger pointing to the top of Elise’s head. She gasps in surprise.

“Elise Chen is my girlfriend! Did everyone get that? Good. Excuse us.”

I whisk her away to the sound of hooting and hollering.

I’ve been patient enough sharing Elise with her crowd for the last two hours.

It’s my turn to celebrate with her.

Alone.

“The parking garage is over there,” she says, pointing toward the lobby. I guide her in the opposite direction.

“I’m about to give my number one fan a treat. Now get in there and stick your ass out,” I order when the elevator doors reveal an empty carriage.

“Yes, sir,” she says with a sway of her hips. As soon as the doors close, I pull her tempting ass flush against my arousal. We’re both facing the buttons. Elise sees me use my room key for exclusive access to the top floor.

“Now that I’ve got you to myself, I’m spoiling you,” I whisper in her ear. “I’ve booked us a suite with a hot tub and room service and a bed where I’m going to pamper you so good, you’ll never want to leave.”

She turns to me. Elise weaves her hands over my pecs possessively before resting them at the back of my neck.

“Do I get to pamper you, too? Show you what a devoted fan I am?”

“Devoted, huh. You’re a puck bunny now?”

“Only partially. Haughland is my favorite Mavericks player, but I’m a fan of the man, not the goalie.”

Well, hell if that isn’t the sweetest and sexiest compliment I could have imagined.

Lifting Elise, I press her against the wall to gain leverage so I can kiss her the way I’ve been dying to all night. Hard and hungry, like she’s my last meal on earth.

Since we’re the only ones with access to the top floor suite, I simply carry her out of the elevator doors as soon as they open. Trusting me completely, Elise is lost in our kiss, eyes closed and hands clamoring.

I hold my precious cargo tightly, only releasing her to get naked.

“This bathroom is too much,” she mumbles while watching me flick on the jets of the hot tub filled with water.

“It’s just right,” I say, eager to rub those knots from her shoulders and kiss her breasts till she’s putty in my hands.

Ping.

The first notification startles her, but then she smiles and seems resolved to ignore it.

Ping, ping, ping.

“Maybe I should silence that. It’s probably just a bunch of pictures from the party,” she says apologetically.

Elise tiptoes to the bedroom where our clothes and her purse are scattered on the floor.

Something in my gut tells me to follow, if only to shut off my own phone because I refuse to be interrupted twice tonight.

She’s holding her phone, her face glowing by the screen’s light. Elise’s expression changes from calm to worry, those perfect lips pressing tight while her nose narrows. It’s as if she’s inhaled a breath that she has yet to release.

“What is it?”

Instead of answering, Elise shakes her head and presses her hand over her mouth.

“Elise, what’s wrong?”