Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“Really? That sounds great. I will be here tomorrow. Are you doing those classes as well?”
I’m ready to answer him when I feel heat at my back.
“No, she spends the evening with me.” Cooper’s no nonsense tone has me turning around, ready to murder him.
“Sam, if you’ll excuse me and Mr. Stone. I look forward to seeing both of you soon.” I smile at both of them, turning around, hoping that Cooper follows me.
When we are far enough away from the group, I look up at him. “Are you out of your mind? That man is one of my new clients. You show up and basically piss on my leg, making sure he knows I’m unavailable.”
“Good, I’m glad my point got across. So, what do you want to eat for supper? Should we do it at my house? It’ll be better. I can start preparing and have dinner ready when you arrive.”
I look at him like he is out of his mind. Did he just admit that he pissed on my leg while asking me what I wanted to eat?
“Listen to me. You can’t do what you just did. If we do this for the next two months, it’ll be on the down-low, and by that, I mean no one but you and I know what is happening.” I’m standing in my skates, which gives me a little bit of a height boost to at least try to be a force to be reckoned with.
“You’re cute when you’re feisty,” he says, leaning in and tapping my nose with his finger.
“Stone, you’re treading on such thin ice it’s cracking, leaving you almost drowning. You need to back up.”
“Not going to happen, babe. He was undressing you with his eyes. Trust me, I know. I’m a man. I would be doing the same thing.” He leans into the counter, making our eyes line up.
“He was talking to me about his son and the extra skating courses,” I say, throwing my hands up.
“Okay, babe, we are going to agree to disagree, so are we having chicken or steak?”
“Oh my God, I may kill you by the end of two months. You may never play in the NHL again.”
“Oh, you’re killing me all right, ‘cause right now I want to lean in and kiss that mouth till you’re breathless while I slip my hands into your pants and see if you’re still wet for me.” He leans in closer, whispering in my ear, “I just know that we will be a perfect fit when I stick my cock in you. You are going to come on my cock so hard. You’re going to milk me?”
I can feel myself get wet, and my knees tremble.
“That’s if I let you in there,” I say, trying to act like his words didn’t just send me into overload. “I want steak. See you at five.”
I walk past him right into my locker room to remove my skates, taking a minute to cool down, because if he’s as good as his words are I know it’s going to be that fucking good.
Chapter Eight
I pull up to Cooper’s rental house with butterflies floating in my stomach. After I had finished at the rink, I went home and did the girl things.
I shaved in every place that needs to be cleaned up. Not that I was a hairy beast or anything, but I wasn’t clean-cut like I wanted.
By the time I was finished I was silky smooth. I decide on a summer dress that’s tight on top, flowing at the bottom. It falls right between my thighs and my knees. I love the feeling of it sashaying while I walk.
It’s a nice mint green color, going amazing with my coloring and my rose gold ankle sandals. Of course being a girl I had texted Meghan my outfit, but the only thing she wanted to see was what was under my dress.
That’s the crème de la crème. I’m wearing an ivory lace bra with just enough support to put the girls up and matching lace thong panties. I don’t know if he’ll even see them, but just wearing them I feel sexy.
I ring the door, not ready for the sight that would hold me. He’s wearing board shorts falling low on his narrow hips, showing off his eight pack with the delectable V muscle. He’s a Greek god. How can one person be so fucking perfect? He’s also wearing his famous cap, backward this time.
“Hey, babe.” He leans in, kissing me full on the lips. “I was just going to start cooking. I decided to soak in the hot tub for a bit to ease the muscles.”
While he’s talking to me, the only muscle I’m thinking about is the one that is hiding in his pants. He clears his throat, shaking me out of my daydream.