Page 14 of Pucked Up (Punk as Puck #2)

He and I really hadn’t been alone since…well. Since he’d had me grunting and writhing like I was in fucking heat. His asshole had been so tight too, so wet from lube, and it had squeezed around me, milking me dry of every drop of come.

Crisse.

“Get it together,” I muttered to myself. “Stop thinking about his asshole.”

“Hello? Is someone there?” he called through the crack in the door.

I jolted so hard I almost toppled out of my chair. Shit. I was pretty sure I’d rather die than let him hear me waxing erotically poetic about that night. I cleared my throat, then grabbed the handle to open the door, poking my head in.

Hugo was at his desk, staring at me with almost no expression. “Isn’t it customary to knock?”

I bristled. “You know what? Fuck this. Have a good afterno?—”

“Come in.”

I froze halfway to reaching for my joystick.

This wasn’t about pride. This was about my future.

I repeated that little mantra in my head before pushing the door all the way open and rolling past the threshold.

There was a tiny bump from where the metal lip had been removed after Jacob bought the team.

Hugo watched me as I closed the door, doing my best not to give in to my urge and slam it. The corner of his lip twitched like he’d known what I wanted to do.

This is not about pride. This is about my future .

“You’re late,” he said.

“My meeting at work ran long, and unfortunately, I can’t hurry the way most people can.” I met his gaze, daring him to continue his complaint.

“Weren’t you the one who said if I wasn’t at my desk, you’d leave?”

“I was,” I said. I knew he was going to throw that one at me. “But here you are. And here I am.”

“I see. One way street, then.” He drummed his fingers on the desk, then sighed and gestured to the empty spot where a chair had been.

Once again, I fought against the urge to defy him at every turn. I pushed on the joystick and rolled forward, but only a little. When I stopped, he let out a sigh and folded his arms over his chest.

“I understand you don’t like me.”

“Oh, good. I thought I was being too subtle.”

His eyes flashed, and my dick threatened to take interest. Don’t you fucking dare. Not like this. Not right now.

Hugo pressed his hands to the desk, then stood, leaning over it.

He was so damn tall and imposing…and God help me, he was so hot.

Something about that grey at his temples and his bright eyes just did it for me.

“Monsieur Morin.” His voice was a dangerous, low rumble, and I could hear it perfectly. “You have never once been subtle.”

Why did that sound like a fucking compliment? “Good. Because I was hoping to make it obvious that I found you…” My voice died in the back of my th roat as he came around the desk, then dropped his hands to my shoulders and crouched.

Normally, I hated that. I hated when someone knelt down in front of my chair. It was weird and infantilizing. But him? The way Hugo did it?

My cock jumped. He was staring into my eyes, so luckily, he didn’t see my dick betray me, but it was only a matter of time before he glanced down.

“Found me what?”

I swallowed heavily. I wanted to say the words, but my tongue felt stuck to the roof of my mouth, thick and heavier than it normally was.

A single tremor started at the base of my neck, coasting down my body where it settled in my legs.

The spasms were hard, but the straps kept my limbs from flailing.

Hugo glanced down for a brief second, then suddenly dropped all the way to his knees. He was still so fucking tall like that, and his powerful fingers dug into my thighs. It took me a moment to realize he was massaging me with firm sweeps of his palms.

My legs began to settle.

“How?” How did he know that would work?

His lip twitched. “Someone I knew in my past got involuntary spasms. I learned how to help him deal with them.”

I hated that it worked. I hated him so fucking much for having this effect on me. “It’s your fault.”

“Seems to me that a lot is.” His gaze was locked on mine. Then he leaned forward. “Petit feu, you make me want to take you over my knee and spank your ass with the way you keep defying me. ”

For a moment, I was no longer in my body. I’d forgotten all semblance of language, my mind entirely incoherent, flooded with the image of him doing just that. And then, reality crashed down around me.

“You…you know who I am.”

He stared at me.

“You remember that night,” I clarified.

His cheeks tinged pink. “You think I forgot?”

“You looked right through me! You said nice to meet you!”

He was quiet for a beat, and then he rocked back on his heels, his hands on my thighs, dangerously close to my erection.

“What did you want me to say, mon petit feu? It’s good to see you again?

You look just as good with your clothes on?

Or maybe I should have given in to my urge to punch Journey in the face for flirting with you right in front of me? ”

“I—” I had no idea what to say.

His head tilted to the side. “You told me your rules, Boden.” Fuck, the sound of my name—my real name—on his lips was too much. “We agreed not to break them. We didn’t make a contingency plan for…this.”

I waited a beat for him to say something else. He didn’t. “You mean if I rolled into a conference room and it turns out that you’re my new coach?” I took a breath. “Did you really not know that night?”

“I wouldn’t have fucked you.”

I reared back like I’d been slapped. “Right. My father didn’t pay you to come rail my ass now, did he?”

“If I recall, only one ass was railed, and it wasn’t yours.” He smirked as my ears heated with a blush. “But your father hasn’t paid me to do anything. He asked me for a favor, and I told him no.”

I didn’t know why, but that stung. It felt like a rejection. And in spite of the fact that him not being in league with my father was exactly what I wanted, I winced.

His face shuttered, and then he lifted a hand and pressed it tenderly to my cheek. “Mon petit feu.”

“Don’t call me that.”

He laughed and didn’t move away from me. “Why? You burn so bright.”

“But I’m not yours.”

Hugo let out a long sigh. “Yes. I suppose you’re right. You’re not. At least, not at the moment. But right now, I do have you where I want you.”

My chest burned with the need to launch myself out of my chair and let him wrestle me to the ground. I wanted to feel him again, taste him again. I wanted to see God and all his angels as he dragged me over the edge, kicking and screaming, and threw me into the void of ecstasy.

Shit. When did I become a fucking poet?

“I think you have a lot of pent-up anger and rage. I think you’re not sure where to direct it. And I can help with that.”

“Throwing things at you did take the edge off,” I said, lifting my chin. I was trying to remind him that he didn’t like me. That I’d spent a few weeks now trying to make him hate me.

He just smiled. “I’m sure, but I know that’s not enough. You’re not a little spark, Boden. You’re a raging wildfire, and you need more. You need someone to tame you.”

“Fuck you.”

He shook his head and leaned in, his lips almost touching mine. “Don’t misunderstand. I don’t want to put you out. I want to make you better. Brighter. I want to see you succeed because I know you can. So…let me.”

I swallowed heavily. This was a moment—a choice. It felt like this one answer would make or break my future. And the worst part was, I already knew what it was. The single word had been on the tip of my tongue since the moment I looked up and saw him walking into that conference room.

It was like every dream and every nightmare had become reality.

“You have to say it, mon petit feu. You have to tell me with your words.” He shifted his hand slightly and ran a thumb over my lower lip. “Oui ou non?”

I reached for him. I meant to grab him by the throat, but my hands wouldn’t obey. Instead, they curled into his shirt and tugged him forward, his forehead bumping into mine. “You know what my answer is.”

“Say it anyway. ”

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, and then I leapt.

“Yes. Make it better, Hugo. Make all of this…stop.”

“Good boy,” he murmured against my ear, then with a single twitch of his hand, he tipped my head back and slammed his mouth against mine.