Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
“You’ve got this,” I tell myself as I slip my feet into my heels and grab my clutch. “Rix will be there. It’s a family event. People won’t ask inappropriate questions.” The number of girls on campus who have asked me if the rumors are true this week has been astounding. Where are people’s boundaries?
I compartmentalize all over again and head for the door. Now that the hockey world knows we’re dating, it will be impossible for him to stay under the radar. Thankfully I’m done with campus life soon.
I shrug into my coat, grab a catnip mouse, and throw open my door.
Flip is on the other side, poised to knock. “Great timing.”
He slips inside as Parsnip comes down the hall, meowing excitedly.
“Am I running behind? I thought I was coming to you.” To avoid him being mobbed.
“I didn’t want to wait.” Parsnip puts his paws on his leg and butts his hand with his head. “Hey, buddy.” He gives him a scratch then wraps his arms around me, pulling me against him. “How are you?”
I sink into his embrace, relishing the calm that comes with the contact. “I’m okay. Good. I’m good.”
He pulls back, brow furrowed. “Have you been staying off social media?”
“Yeah.” I nod fervently.
He arches a brow.
“I promise.”
He takes my hand in his. “You seem edgy.”
“I’m just nervous.”
“About what? Talk to me.”
Getting out of this building without him being mobbed or someone asking us an awful question, for starters. I fiddle with the lapels of his suit jacket. “The media will be there, and they’ll have questions.”
“They’ll be focused on the kids and the goals of the program,” he reassures me.
“Okay.” I exhale some of the worry. “That’s good.”
“I’m sorry this week has been stressful.” He presses his lips gently to mine. “And I’m sorry we haven’t had much time together.”
Aside from Flip stopping by the studio with coffees a couple of days ago, this is the first time I’ve seen him since his return from the away series. We’ve both been busy and time hasn’t been on our side. “At least we’re together now.”
“Mm. I want time where I don’t have to share your attention.” He cradles my cheek in his palm and drops his head, slanting his mouth over mine.
A few delightfully toe-curling seconds later, I find myself pressed against the wall, Flip’s knee between my thighs. My body is already hoping for things that won’t happen until later.
“I knew this dress would be perfect.” Flip pulls back, eyes hot. There’s a slit up one thigh. “I can take the edge off for you.”
“By edging me?”
He drags his fingers up the inside of my thigh. “You’ll be nice and relaxed when I’m done with you.”
“Don’t tease, Phillip.”
“Not tonight, I won’t.” He slips a finger inside my panties and skims my clit.
I whimper.
“Such a pretty sound.” He pushes my panties to the side and eases a finger inside me.
The relief is almost instantaneous. My shoulders relax against the wall and I arch my back, pushing my hips out. Flip’s gaze darts between my face and his hand moving between my thighs.
“If you add another finger, I’ll make more pretty sounds for you,” I bargain.
“Is that right, kitten?” He withdraws, but before he can suck his fingers, I grab his wrist and bring them to my lips. I keep my eyes on his as I take them in my mouth, swirling my tongue around them, tasting my own desire.
He smiles darkly as he pushes them deeper and kisses my cheek. “That’s my dirty girl.”
I moan at the praise and suck. He withdraws them from my mouth and slides them back inside me, pumping and curling as he grips the hair at the nape of my neck. His mouth covers mine, swallowing down all my needy sounds.
“I missed you so much this week. It’s worse when I’m in Toronto, but I can’t be with you,” he whispers, almost plaintive as he adds a third finger, thumb strumming my clit.
“It’s torture,” I agree. “I just want to be close to you.” I’ve been bereft all week. I’ve lived in his hoodie and slept in the shirt I took home with me from Montreal.
“I can never get enough of you.” Heat funnels to my core as he pushes in deeper. “So fucking gorgeous when you’re stretched around my fingers.”
I moan, and my legs shake as my hips swivel.
“You’re so fucking soft, kitten.” His eyes darken. “Soon I’ll fuck you with my tongue and swallow down all your cream.”
I come in violent, desperate waves. His arm circles my waist, and I sink into his hand, moaning his name and ride it out. I never want it to end, but eventually the spasms subside, and my body goes lax.
He withdraws slowly, then brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean while humming contentedly. I use the wall to keep me propped up while I calm my breathing.