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October

T onight is the first home game of the season, and my grandmother insisted I watch the game with the other players’ partners in the significant other’s suite instead of in the owner’s suite with my grandparents, Gemma, and Gunner.

It’s an early evening game, so I agreed to let Gemma and Gunner come, even though it’s a school night.

They’re going to go home with my grandparents to stay the night at their place while I stay at the rink for post-game press interviews.

News of our engagement has been kind of a PR nightmare since we weren’t ahead of the announcement.

The good news is, my grandfather thinks my grandmother’s surprise announcement was hilarious.

She didn’t think anything of it, aside from her happiness that her granddaughter was engaged.

I didn’t have it in me to tell her it’s an engagement of convenience, just like my marriage will be.

After finishing up a few work tasks, I’m just packing up my bag in my office, hoping I can run a few errands before I pick the kids up when there’s a knock at my door.

“Come in,” I call out without looking up from where I’m hopelessly trying to fit all the things in my black Kate Spade tote.

The door opens and then I hear the click of it closing followed by the turn of the lock .

Looking up, I find a devastatingly handsome Bennett dressed to the nines.

A deep maroon suit that is so immaculately tailored, it fits him like a second skin, enhancing his chiseled physique down to his thick thighs.

The pants are tapered down to his bare ankles where he completes the look with black velvet loafers, leaving his ankles exposed.

“Bennett,” I gasp in surprise.

A sharp-dressed man is my kryptonite, and Bennett Wilson coming into my office wearing a game-day suit should be illegal.

“Little Red,” he says, amusement lacing his tone.

“What are you doing here?”

Bennett takes a look at his watch before reaching up to adjust his black tie that looks very demure the way he’s paired it with a black dress shirt. “I was hoping to catch you before you left to pick up the kids.”

“You’ve got impeccable timing, I was just packing up to head out.”

He saunters toward where I’m still sitting at my desk and rests his hip against the edge of my desk, effectively caging me in.

“Even better, we’ve got about a half hour before you need to leave,” he rasps, moving to adjust his tie again.

Or not—he loosens his tie, lifts it over his head, and then I watch with rapt attention as his deft fingers work to untie the satin fabric.

Before I can question what he means by that, Bennett leans over me and begins kissing me with such ferocity I don’t notice he’s backed my desk chair up against the bookshelves.

He breaks the kiss and kneels before me to hike up the skirt of my camel pencil skirt.

Placing delicate, torturous kisses along my lace-covered pussy, he slowly tugs my panties off before pressing my shoulders back against my chair.

“Hands on the arms of the chair, Scar,” he commands and my pussy clenches in anticipation, already knowing where he’s going with this.

I do as he says and he hums his approval as he uses his tie to secure my left wrist to the chair before placing a quick kiss over my engagement ring. When he uses my lace thong to secure my right wrist, I squirm in anticipation.

“Look at you—tied up like my own personal plaything.” He tucks a loose strand of my hair behind my ear, dragging his hand over my jaw before pulling my bottom lip down with his thumb.

“Now, be a good fiancée and spread your legs for me. As you pointed out, I’m very superstitious, and eating your pussy has become my new favorite pregame ritual. ”

“How can it be a ritual if you’ve never tried it before?” I snark through bated breath.

“Do you recall what we did in Chicago before my last game?”

How could I forget?

His knowing smirk means he’s practically read my thoughts. “In case you weren’t paying attention, I had two assists and three blocked shots against Chicago. Oh, and we got a shutout that game. If you won’t do it for me, Little Red, do it for the team.”

“Don’t try to disguise this as being selfless or that it’s in the team’s best interest,” I sass back.

“Careful, Scar. I already used your panties to tie you up, so if I want to shut you up, the only solution will be to quiet you with my cock down your throat.”

I whimper in response. God, it’s pathetic how much I’m dying to suck his cock. And the worst part is he knows I’m desperate for it, which is why he chuckles when I lick my lips in response to his dirty threat.

Without further hesitation, I spread my legs open. Bennett grabs one of my heeled feet and throws it over his shoulder, moving my other leg to spread over the arm of my chair and my tied up hand.

“Can you keep quiet, baby girl?” he murmurs the question against my pussy, and the brush of his stubble against my clit has me squirming.

“Yes!” I squeak, desperately panting to catch my breath .

“Shhh,” he hushes and the vibrations cause my hips to buck against his mouth. “I’d hate for the entire office to know the wicked sounds their future boss makes when she comes on her fiancé’s face.”

Nodding in agreement, I think I manage to promise I’ll be quiet.

I do a pretty good job of keeping that promise until Bennett’s tongue quickly flicks my clit while he works two fingers in and out of me. When he hooks his fingers, he hits a spot inside of me that makes me clench impossibly harder around him.

“Even when I thought you used me all those years ago, I still fucked my fist to thoughts of you time and time again. Each time that I’d imagine your tight, pink pussy gripping my cock instead of my fist, I’d come harder than anytime before.”

Bennett leans back down and takes my clit in his mouth. He sucks while eagerly flicking his tongue over my sensitive bud.

The visual of my fiancé savoring my pussy, worshipping me on his knees, has me coming so hard my eyes roll back in my head as black dots spot my vision.

“Oh, god,” I whimper as my pussy clenches around his fingers, and my clit throbs to the rhythm of his sinful tongue.

Once I’ve come down from my orgasm, Bennett looks up at me and begins to untie my wrists. “Not god. Your future husband, Little Red. Imagine all the filthy things I’ll get to do to you on our wedding night. Will you let me fuck this pretty cunt before our big day?”

“Yes! Now, please,” I beg.

He snickers at my pleading. “Not yet, baby girl.” Once he’s freed my wrists, he rubs soothing circles over the pinkened skin before peppering soft kisses over each one.

“Why?” I whine in protest.

“For starters, my pregame ritual consists of eating your pussy, not fucking it. ”

“Wait a minute, does that mean you’ll refuse to fuck me before every game?” I ask as he moves to stand and I follow him. “The regular season is over eighty games alone.”

“Eight-two. And I’m not sure, but I’m not willing to find out tonight. It’s our first regular season home game,” he explains as if his reasoning has any rationality.

“But you came last time we messed around before a game,” I point out as I watch him dust off his suit pants before adjusting his cufflinks.

God, why is that simple act so sexy?

“Circumstances were different,” he simply states as I stand and adjust my own clothes. When I move to grab my thong from my desk, it’s snatched up and Bennett pockets it. I give him a shrug and a saccharine smile.

“What if your bride-to-be begs you from her knees to suck your cock before your big game?”

Bennett doesn’t answer, he just backs me up, and when my ass bumps against my desk, he grips me by my hips, lifting me onto the glass surface. “You want to suck my cock for good luck, Red?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Then lean your head off the edge of your desk and take your fiancé’s cock to the back of your throat. I can’t think of a better way to wish me luck, baby girl,” he rasps with an edge to his tone, almost as if he’s on the verge of losing control.

I eagerly obey, gathering my hair in my hand as I position my head on the desk before letting my hair drape over the edge.

Bennett fists my hair in his hand and softly tugs so my chin tilts farther back. “Have I ever told you how much I love your hair? That first night we were together, I couldn’t get enough of the sight of your red locks wrapped around my fist while I fucked you from behind. ”

My nipples pebble to two insanely hard peaks from his words. And when he unbuckles his belt and slides his suit pants and briefs down, I lick my lips in anticipation.

“Open,” he commands as he hinges my jaw open and slowly enters my mouth a few inches before pulling out and fisting his cock, working my spit over his length and his piercings.

I realize he’s toying with me and my impatience gets the best of me when I demand, “I want to see if I can take all of you, Cap. Be a good boy and fuck my throat.”

And so he does. Mercilessly. And I revel in his loss of control as I suck him into my mouth, flick his piercings with my tongue, and rake my teeth over the underside of his cock.

At the feel of my teeth, Bennett’s cock thickens and he lets out a guttural noise that I want to hear more of everyday for the rest of my life.

“Oh, fuck, Scarlett. I’m gonna come, baby girl,” he groans as he coats the back of my throat with his release. I swallow every last drop, desperate to drag out his pleasure. “That’s my girl. You took me so well.”

Holy shit. I practically purr from his praise.

Bennett helps me sit up before tucking himself back into his boxers and pants. When he goes to grab his tie, I shake my head and tsk at him. “Nah, I don’t think so. If you get to keep a memento, then so do I.”

I grab the satin tie and drop it into my bag. “Besides, I think I prefer your outfit without the tie. You don’t look quite as polished, and I like the slightly-out-of-control version of you,” I admit.

“Only you could make me lose control,” he confesses, and my heart works overtime to settle my racing pulse.

Bennett looks at his watch again and says, “Speaking of my impeccable timing, looks like you’ll be right on time to pick up Gems and Gunner. Are they excited to come to the game? ”

“Yeah, they can’t wait. I’m embarrassed to admit this will be Gunner’s first Wolverines game,” I confess and feel my cheeks heat.

“Gunner may have mentioned that to me last night, so I thought I’d bring supplies,” he says as he holds up three lime green gift bags. I’m not sure how I missed those, I guess I was a bit distracted by all that is Bennett in his maroon suit.

“What do you have there?” I ask as I admire his suddenly bashful smile.

“Here, this one’s for you,” he tells me as he hands me a bag with my name written on the tag.

I open it to find a black Minnesota Wolverines jersey with lime green lettering on the back that reads WILSON and a green number seven stitched across the back and each sleeve.

“I got one for Gemma and Gunner in each of their sizes as well,” he says, setting the other two bags on my desk.

“I love it, thank you, BB. They’re going to love theirs too,” I tell him before wrapping my arms around his neck and placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

“BB?” he questions, wrapping his arms around my waist but pulling his face back to quirk his brow.

I playfully roll my eyes. “Benny Boy, obviously.”

“Oh yeah, obviously ,” he mocks, rolling his eyes right back but gripping my waist tighter to press me firmly against him. “So what’s with the cheek?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you really going to cheek me after all . . . that ?” he asks, gesturing to my desk and chair.

My cheeks heat, and I don’t have time to respond before he continues. “I think I’ve got another new pregame superstition—no cheek kisses on game days, only passionate ones where you leave me wanting more. ”

“Mmm,” I pause, pretending to ponder his little demand. “I feel like a cheek kiss leaves you wanting more, therefore you’ll play harder to earn the passionate, toe-curling kisses after the game.”

“Goddammit, why’d I have to go and get engaged to such a woman who’s so much smarter than me? You’re right, I will play harder if you leave me wanting more.”

“Oh, my,” I gasp. “Did Bennett Wilson not only admit that his fiancée was right, but that she’s also smarter than him? Holy, shit. The world is ending!”

My theatrics earn me a swat on my ass and I have to bite back the moan that threatens to escape. Bennett’s splayed palms rub over the fabric covering my ass as he hums to himself. “I think visiting you in your office is my new favorite pregame ritual for home games.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he echoes, dropping a quick kiss on my forehead. When he steps out of my embrace, he holds my hands out in front of me and looks me up from head to toe. “You look beautiful today, Scar. Have I told you that?”

“No, but compliments will get you everything,” I tell him.

“I’ll make note of that.”

“You do that. Alright, you better get out of here before I’m late to pick the kids up. I’ll see you after the game?”

“I’ll see you in the press room,” he agrees, placing one last kiss on top of my engagement ring.

When he drops my left hand, I lift it up and wiggle my fingers at him. “I’ll be the one in a Wilson jersey with this massive rock on my finger.”

He just shakes his head as he turns to open my office door, but before he turns the handle, I give him one last pregame pep talk.

“The kids are staying with my grandparents tonight.” That causes him to freeze, so I continue, “If you play well, I thought maybe we could have a sleepover in your condo before you put it on the market. What do you say, Cap?”

“I say it’s going to be one hell of a night, Red. Pack a bag. Or don’t—I’d love to see you in nothing but my jersey.”

“Possessive much?”

“You have no idea,” he murmurs before he leaves my office.