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  “What the fuck?”

  She leans into her desk. “I said so earlier yesterday before we worked together on the ice. Before I saw the fight in your eyes and your ability to adapt. You don’t want to fail, and I respect that.”

  “You say I wasn’t good enough?”

  She does pause this time. “I did, but I was wrong.”

  “That’s bullshit. I am good enough.”

  “I know,” she says softly. “I said I was wrong.”

  “You’re fucking with my career, Posey. I love being on the power play!”

  “I know,” she says, her voice rising. “But you weren’t doing what I wanted. The confidence isn’t there. I planned to reevaluate at the end of the next week, but now I truly believe you’re going to get there. I do believe in you.”

  Do not let that distract you. You are pissed. She is fucking with your career. It doesn’t matter if those shorts are currently causing me to have no room in my underwear. “If that’s the case, then why say anything at all?”

  She swallows hard. “Because I need us to succeed on the power play, and I needed a reason for why it wasn’t succeeding. I felt it was you, but when I pointed it out, you wanted to change your play, and now I’m backing off. I don’t want to be a bad coach. I told you this. I am learning. And instead of writing you off, I want to coach you. I want you to succeed, Boon. I do.”

  This is the first time she’s called me by my first name, and fuck if it doesn’t sound real good from those lips of hers. She looks nervous but stone-faced. I’m unable to read her when all I want is to know what she is thinking. “I can’t believe you said that.”

  “I won’t lie. I won’t sugarcoat anything. You know this. We’ve discussed this.”

  “But I’m not a bad player.”

  “You’re not, but I feel you’re better at 5-on-5 than on the PP.”

  I shake my head. “You are wrong.”

  “You may be right, or I may be. Time will tell. But I do hope you are right. It’ll be good for both parties.” Heat is coursing through my body, and I’m unsure if it’s because she is beyond gorgeous or because I’m pissed. I’m taking in deep breaths as she watches me, her breathing just as erratic. “Tonight is going to be tough, and I’m trying to figure out what to do.”

  “Don’t take me off.”

  “I don’t want to,” she admits. “We’ll see. I have to do what’s best for the team. The Wild are pretty damn dangerous.”

  I cross my arms, drinking her in with my eyes. “This isn’t because of last night?”

  “Huh?”

  I take a step toward her, and she straightens, her arms still crossed. Even though she is looking up at me, it feels like we’re the same height. She has such a commanding and intimidating stance.

  It turns me on to no end.

  “You’re not trying to ruin my career because I messaged you, are you?”

  She blinks in surprise. “No, not at all.”

  “I know it was rude. I was drunk—”

  “You don’t have to explain. It’s fine. It’s forgotten,” she says, waving me off, but her eyes say different. I stare into the blue depths that almost look green. “Really. I know how it is when you’re drunk and lonely at night. You say things you don’t mean.”

  I cock my head, and for the first time, I realize she looks self-conscious. Gone is my anger. I mean, not all of it, but it’s quickly being replaced by an urgency for her. To reassure her. Why would she think that? “I meant everything I said.”

  She looks up at me. “Say what?”

  “I wanted you to come over and let me feed you cookies. I wanted to hang with you alone because then I could kiss you without anyone stopping me. I want you, Posey. Bad.”

  She parts her lips, and I can almost see her heart pounding in her chest. “I’m sorry?”

  I take another step toward her, my breathing unsteady. “In case you haven’t realized by now, I happen to think you are absolutely stunning. So strong, so confident, and so gorgeous.”

  She widens her eyes. “You think I’m gorgeous?”

  “Posey,” I say, my voice low and deep. “I don’t think. I know.”

  Her breath catches, and I can’t resist her anymore. I reach for her, taking her by the back of the neck and bringing her up against me. Her eyes gaze into mine, wide and stunning. I can’t believe she is this close. That I have her in my arms. But I’ll be damned if I don’t take this moment by the balls.

  “No one has ever said that to me.”

  “I don’t know how. You have completely hijacked my thoughts, you have made it hard for me to breathe multiple times, and you wreak havoc on my body.”

  “Oh. Oh, wow.”

  “And I’m about to kiss you.”

  “You are?”

  “I have to.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  I can’t help but grin as I drop my mouth to hers. Heat explodes everywhere as our lips meet, and hers feel better than I ever could have imagined. She slides her hands up my chest and rests them there as I squeeze the back of her neck in my hand. I tangle my other hand in her hair, and she leans into me, her body hot against mine. I glide my tongue along her lips, urging her to open her mouth. And when she does, it’s on. I dart my tongue into her mouth, wanting to consume her. She slides her hands along my hips and down my ass, gripping my cheeks. I groan against her mouth as I press into her, wanting her to feel every inch of me. In doing so, I feel her. The heat. And Jesus, I’m not going to make it. Soon, my need is so overwhelming, I am shaking. Never in my life have I vibrated with want for a woman, but Posey is causing exactly that. I want her entirely too much, and I know I need to slow this down.

  I tear my mouth from hers, and our foreheads touch, both of us gasping for breath. I press my nose into hers, our eyes meeting, and damn, hunger is swirling in her eyes. “If I don’t stop, I won’t stop. I’ll take you right here.”

  Her eyes search mine, her fingertips digging into my ass, pressing into me so that my engorged cock rests against her precious pussy. She takes in a sharp breath, her lips parting, and then she whispers, “Don’t.”

  I’m wild for her. “Don’t?”

  “Don’t stop,” she asks. Begs, honestly.

  I can’t see straight.

  Soon, I’m light-headed, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to pass out.

  But first, I won’t dare stop.

  Chapter Eleven

  Posey

  I’ve never in my life been as hot as I am right now.

  My whole body is shaking, I’m slick with want, and the steel pipe pressed against my throbbing pussy is really making it hard to form a coherent thought. All I can think is that I want Boon. I have wanted quite a few men, but never this quickly. Never with my whole body. I want to feel him inside me. I don’t want to stop kissing him or being under his gaze. He looks at me as if I’m the only one here. I know I am, but even last night, he was only looking at me. There were plenty of gorgeous women at the bar, but his eyes stayed on me. Even when Stella was talking to us, he wouldn’t take his eyes off me. I stroke my fingers along the coarse hair of his jaw, and I’m lost in Boon’s eyes. His hands cup my face, and man, they feel good. They’re rough and strong. When he presses his nose to mine, I almost can’t believe I said those words.

  Don’t stop.

  But then, I’m not surprised. This may be new, but it’s for sure about to happen. He kisses my top lip before capturing my mouth sloppily. His tongue, his lips, his hands, they’ve all got me aching for him. His hands slide down my body, cupping my breasts before his mouth trails down my jaw to my chin. When he takes my hips in his hands, I arch into him, and a throaty sound leaves his mouth.

  “You are fucking incredible.”

  Oh, heart, we’re in trouble.

  He lifts me up like I weigh nothing. I’m a thick girl, but he makes me feel like I’m as light as a feather. I wrap my arms around him and then my legs as he turns and presses me into the door. This damn office is so small, b
ut that’s an afterthought once he locks the door. He turns me around once more and then swipes his hand across one side of my desk, clearing a spot. He lays me down on the desk, and I look up at him in excitement. But I feel a little fear. Should I tell him? Should I ask him to go slow? I can’t. I don’t want him to feel weird; I don’t want that look to go away.

  That look of complete possession.

  He pulls my shorts down and off my legs but leaves my sneakers. When he cups my sex, he stares down at me, and his hazel eyes now are dark brown. “Fucking gorgeous.”

  If he keeps calling me that, I might come right here. I’ve only ever been called pretty—never gorgeous, and never by a man. He squeezes me, and I arch into his hand. I’ve touched myself plenty, and I’ve even had a guy touch me before, but he didn’t look at me the way Boon is. He didn’t look starved. Boon runs his thumb along my lips, pressing the tip of his finger into my clit, and I moan loudly. He brings his hand to my mouth, a grin on his face. I run my tongue along his palm, and he shakes his head.

  “Are you trying to make me come?”

  “I think that’s the point,” I say against his palm, and his grin grows.

  He’s always so serious, that his grin… It takes my breath away. His whole face takes part in the motion, and it’s beautiful. He removes his hand and then pushes down his pants. Now, I know I haven’t seen many cocks in person—porn, sure, but never a real man’s cock—so it’s easy to say that I am in awe of him. His hips are so pronounced, and he has that V that I’ve also never seen in real life. His cock is long, curved up at me, and I’ve never wanted to suck a man’s cock until now. Before I can even utter a word or touch him, he’s inside me.

  Just like that.

  No warning.

  There goes my virginity.

  And the pain is unreal. I squeeze my hands tightly, my knuckles surely white against my desk as I clench my eyes shut. I assumed I would hear a pop, but all I hear is him groan, “Fuck, you’re tight as hell.”

  Um, yeah. Because I’ve never done this before.

  I try to breathe, and I try to hold back the tears as he moves in and out of me like a damn jackhammer. The sounds of his body slamming into mine are like nothing I’ve ever heard, but with each progressive thrust, it starts to feel good. Really good. His mouth finds mine, and we kiss hard and rough as he thrusts up into me. I’m not sure if my desk is going to make it, but I know I’m not. I feel him everywhere. He digs his fingers into the skin at my hips as he lifts up and lets his head fall back while he pounds into me. He looks so hot, his neck flushed and the veins in his arms showing. He tilts my hips and hisses at how deep he is able to go. I feel him in my throat, he’s fucking me so hard and deep. When the room goes white, I know I’ve reached my climax. It takes over my whole body, and everything seems to move in slow motion.

  When he suddenly pulls out, I don’t know how to react.

  We’re done? Isn’t he supposed to come?

  “Shit, lovely. You’re bleeding.”

  I look down to see him holding a handful of come and then streaks of blood. “Oh my God,” I say, mortified. “I’m so sorry.”

  I sit as he shakes his head, and before I can move or even say anything, he captures my mouth with his. I lean into the kiss, my hand resting on his jaw. He doesn’t pull back. His lips are right there, his eyes wild as they stare into mine. “Don’t apologize. It happens. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he whispers, his eyes filled with such concern.

  I swallow hard, my heart exploding in my chest. “A little.”

  “You should have told me. I’m sorry. I went a little crazy,” he admits, kissing my bottom lip. “I’ve dreamed about your pussy, Posey, but nothing could prepare me for that.”

  My body is quivering, my sex is throbbing, and I know for a fact—I really like sex.

  Or maybe I like him.

  “Let me get you something to clean up,” I say, but he stops me.

  “There is blood everywhere. Let me get it.”

  So, I do. I tell him to grab the wipes out of my gym bag, and I watch as he cleans me. I want to be embarrassed, but his eyes are so tender, his touch the same. He wipes my thighs, my sex, and even my butt before he throws away the wipe. I hadn’t even noticed he still had a handful of come until he cleaned it up. It makes me feel all fluttery inside that he cleaned me before himself. When I stand up, he pulls my shorts up my legs and then puts his on before wrapping his arms around my neck so that I’m flush against him.

  His nose slides along mine, his lashes kissing his cheeks as his beard tickles my jaw. He kisses me softly, and I don’t think my heart has slowed since he entered the room. I wrap my arms around him and close my eyes. When he DMed me last night, I wanted to believe he wanted me, but I couldn’t imagine it. He was drunk, it was all a two-a.m. booty call…but it really wasn’t. I think he might like me. Me, Posey Adler, the girl no one notices, is being noticed by one hell of a dude.

  The emotion is real, and I bury my face in his neck.

  “I know this could be awkward, but I don’t want it to be.” I squeeze my eyes shut at his words. “I wanted this. Really bad.”

  “I did too,” I whisper against his neck. “I don’t want it to be awkward either.”

  But then there is a knock at the door.

  We break quickly as our eyes meet in horror. The door handle moves, and I rush behind my desk, grabbing what I can off the floor and putting it back on my desk as he falls into the chair in the corner. “Oh? Is the door locked?” I call. I nod at him, but before he unlocks the door, he smiles.

  Just a smile.

  A simple one that has my heart racing like I’m on a breakaway.

  He unlocks the door, and Jakob pops his head in. He looks at Boon and then me. “I heard yelling. Everything good?”

  I clear my throat and tilt my head at Boon. “I’m pretty sure Shelli told him what I said about taking him off the power play, and he was letting me know he isn’t okay with that.” Boon’s eyes widen as he looks back to me. “We’re discussing how he can change my mind and what I feel he needs to do.”

  Jakob nods. “Okay. You good, Boon?”

  He stands then, running his hands down his thighs. “I know what I have to do, and I’m gonna make it happen. I don’t want to let either of you down.” His eyes slide to me, and I inhale sharply. “I will prove myself to you.”

  I bite the inside of my cheek as he slips past Jakob, and then he’s gone.

  I look at Jakob, and he has an odd expression on his face. “How do you feel?”

  Incredible. Amazing. Over-the-top fantastic.

  “I believe him,” I say softly. “But I’m not changing the way I’m coaching or how I feel about this.”

  I’m unsure, but I think I said that to convince myself.

  I can’t let what just happened cloud my judgment. While Boon has just taken my virginity and rocked my world, he will have to prove himself on the ice.

  I just hope that my decision on the ice won’t affect us off the ice.

  Wait, is there an us?

  “I respect that,” Jakob says, requiring my attention. “But I feel good about him. I’m glad you guys are talking. He’s a great guy.”

  “I never doubted that. The last two days have been good. I still want to watch tapes and prepare. The Wild are dangerous.”

  “Sounds good,” he says on an exhale. He then points to the floor. “You dropped some stuff.”

  “Oh, thanks,” I say, and then I start to pick it up.

  “I’ll see you out there.”

  Finally, he shuts my door, and I lean back in my chair, dropping my head back. I go lax, letting my body sprawl as I stare up at the ceiling. I can’t believe I did that. My body is still vibrating, and my sex is aching. It hurts, but it’s a good hurt. Oh my God, I had sex. Good sex. Some would even say hot sex. I always thought my first time would be like the movies, with candles and soft music playing. It would be awkward and cute. Never thought I’d be banged on top of a desk by s
ome super-hot dude who couldn’t control himself.

  He couldn’t control himself.

  He dreamed of my pussy.

  Is this real life?

  Man, he blows me away. He’s so rough and stoic on the ice, but when it’s just us, it’s different. He’s different. Oh my God, I’m giddy. Wait, okay, I gotta keep my head about me. I can’t go on, making this something it’s not. I don’t even know him. He doesn’t know me. This could have been only a mindless, fast fuck. He probably just wanted to get off. I swallow hard as the negative thoughts start piling on. I was there, and I didn’t stop him. I wanted it, and guys don’t turn down free pussy.

  But he called you gorgeous. No one does that.

  But I did let him lay me down on the desk and take what he wanted.

  But he kissed you. A lot. And he hugged you. And cleaned you up.

  What if it’s only because I’m his coach and he doesn’t want me to bench him?

  I let my head fall to the desk, and now the tears come. In heaps. I haven’t cried like this since the whole Maxim deal. I’m unsure if I’m crying for my now-gone virginity or for the fact that Boon used me. My body shakes with sobs as I go back and forth with myself. I want to believe he could like me. It feels like he could, but what if he doesn’t? What if this was his way of showing dominance? Of making me do what he wants me to do? I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, but the tears leak out and fall onto my desk.

  What did I just do?

  * * *

  “Wow.”

  “Yeah.”

  Ally pauses, makes a noise, and then pauses once more. I lean on my hand and close my eyes. I stopped crying, which is good, but I’m still feeling pretty upset. I skipped morning skate to gather myself. It was optional, and I had work to do before our meeting with the team. Problem is, I have not done a lick of work. Instead, I’m sitting here staring at my tablet as I relive what Boon and I did on my desk. That is, until I called Ally.

  “Wow. I’m stunned. You didn’t even tell him?”