Which isn’t exactly true. I think implying forcible sex on one of the executives is enough to get you fired from the team, but I’m going to come at Claude from another angle. If he doesn’t work out with this team, it’s not going to be because I can’t do my job as a general manager and get my players under control.
“We need to talk about Max,” Frank says as I start herding him toward the door.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” I assure him swiftly.
“But he’s healthy…starting back at practices. We need to discuss putting him back in as starting goalie.”
I shake my head. “That’s not our job and you know it, Frank. That’s up to Coach Pretore to make the call.”
“But he will listen to management’s thoughts on it,” Frank insists.
“Then you really don’t want me talking to him, because my opinion is that Ryker should stay in until he proves otherwise. You never mess with a hot goalie, and he’s hot right now.”
Frank opens his mouth to argue but only silence comes out. That’s because he knows he can’t argue with Ryker’s current stats. No one can. He’s the best in the league at this moment.
“I’ve got a busy day,” I tell Frank, and that’s his cue to get the hell out. He finally leaves and I walk with heavy feet back to my desk. It’s only 12:30 P.M. and another first in my life.
I wish I didn’t have to work for the rest of the day.
I grab my phone and let my hormones take charge. I type a quick text to Ryker.
Can’t stop thinking about last night.
I know he probably won’t see it right away so I decide to review a new proposed contract extension for one of our newly minted left wingers on the third line. We brought him up from the minors on a three-month deal and he’s exceeded our expectations, so we want to sign him for the full year.
My phone emits the slow whoop of an incoming text and I make a mad scramble for the phone, coming perilously close to knocking it off my desk. When I get it in hand, I stab at the button to turn the screen on and see the text from Ryker.
I can’t stop thinking about how you tasted when you came. I’m dying for another taste.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
He didn’t?
I read the words again.
He did, and I squeeze my legs together tight to alleviate the throbbing that has started.
My fingers are trembling when I text him back, every bit of rational common sense having abandoned me. I’m free until four if you can come to my office.
I hit Send and wait for the inevitable guilt to swallow me whole. Inviting my lover—my employee—to my place of employment where I became the general manager just shy of two weeks ago, and I’m going to fuck him in my office.
Except the guilt never comes.
But Ryker’s reply does.
Be there in twenty minutes.
—
I’m slouched in my chair, my ass barely perched on the edge. Ryker is kneeling between my legs, which are spread wide with my skirt bunched around my hips. One of my legs is resting on his shoulder, the other he’s ignored. He’s got my panties pulled to the side and two fingers lodged inside of me to the third thick knuckle.
“Feel good?” he murmurs so very quietly. I can’t believe I’m letting him do this to me when my secretary sits just on the other side of my closed—and locked—office door.
I can’t even answer, I’m so consumed with filthy lust. I want him to do whatever he wants to me and I’d never say no. It’s too deliciously scandalous what we’re doing and I know that’s part of the attraction in all of this.
Ryker dips his face and prods my clit with his tongue. Just barely, but pleasure rockets through me. I bite down on my lip hard to keep from moaning and he raises his eyes as he licks me again. My head snaps backward and my breasts arch, my foot on the ground pressing down hard to keep my balance.
He pulls his lips free just long enough to shush me, and then he dives down. His fingers pump in and out of me and his tongue works me over hard. In just minutes my fingers are digging into his scalp as a massive orgasm tears through me, and I can actually feel Ryker smile against my still tingling sex.
When I’m done shaking, he gently removes his fingers and sits back on his heels, lowering my leg that was perched on one shoulder. His eyes travel down my body, spending a bit of time staring between my legs as I sag down into my leather executive chair. When he looks back up me, his gives me a lopsided grin and says, “You taste mighty fine, Miss Brannon.”
And I swear…another wave of pleasure ripples through me. A mini orgasm from his words alone.
“Get a condom out, baby,” I rasp as I lift my hips to remove my panties.
“No can do,” he says apologetically. “I didn’t restock. Wasn’t even thinking about that as I drove over here.”
I tilt my head to the side. “What were you thinking about?”
He chuckles and surges up from the floor. His fingers thread through my hair and he grasps me by the back of my neck and stares down at me. “I was thinking of eating you out, Gray. And I did that.”
My eyes flick to his crotch, which is almost at eye level with me. His erection is straining the front of his pants and I can’t believe he came over here not thinking of what would happen after he ate me out.
I reach out and trail a finger down his shaft, which lies to the left of his zipper. His hips arch forward even as he says, “Stop it.”