Page 67 of Power Play

That picture shows me exactly what’s waiting for me down in there.

I’ve been down in the team tunnels plenty before, so I know where they are. When I get down there, before I even see him, one of the office doors opens, and I’m quickly yanked in as it slams behind me.

“You took too long,” Rex whispers against my mouth, his arms caging me in against his office door.

“I was on the other side of the arena. I had to walk all the way back,” I say, frozen in place as he presses his hard cock against me, reminding me of exactly what was in the picture.

“Still took too long,” Rex says, nibbling on my neck in between each word, leaving me breathless. “We don’t have long. Come sit on my cock. I’ve missed you, and I want to watch these tits bounce as you clench around my cock before I go coach.”

Dragging me over to his desk, he sits down in his chair, his legs sprawled out, and his lips just slightly turned up into a smile as his eyes gaze hungrily down my body. Staring at him, it’s hard to believe that I’m capable of turning on a man like Rex, especially Rex in a suit.

Fuck, hockey men are hot. They can play like a boss on the ice, getting bruised and bloody, but then look hot as fuck in these suits with their boyish smiles, just proving they can be both. Good, yet bad as sin.

His hair is longer, with a slight wave, and it falls down across his face, making me want to run my fingers through it. His deep blue eyes haven’t left my body as I slowly slide off my jeans, getting to what we’re both craving. His hand pushes down against his cock before he undoes his belt and suit pants, pulling his cock out just enough for me to straddle him.

As I kick my jeans to the side and remove my shirt and bra, Rex undoes the buttons on his shirt sleeve and slowly starts rolling one side up his arm, uncovering the tattoos I love so much. There’s something about a man dressed in a suit with tattoos covering large portions of their body that just makes me wet. I guess it’s that good boy, bad boy vibe that’s so fucking sexy.

I want someone to treat me like a queen and take care of me, just like most girls do. But when we’re alone, I need him to fuck filthy.

The smug look on his face tells me he knows what I’m thinking and is well aware of what he’s doing to my body. One finger is all it takes for him to summon me closer, then he’s lifting me up to straddle his lap and slamming his lips against mine.

“I’ve missed this mouth,” Rex says, his mouth barely leaving mine.

“I’ve missed you,” I tell him honestly.

Apparently, it’s the right thing to say as one of his hands grabs his cock and starts sliding it against my pussy, coating himself in my wetness.

“This is going to be fast and dirty; we don’t have much time,” Rex says, his breathing quickening as my nails dig into his shoulder and he pushes the tip of himself against me. Right as I’m about to start lowering my body and fully slide down his cock, a knock on the door stops us.

Motherfucker, we were so close.

Wait. Fuck. Is the door locked? Is someone going to walk in? Who is it? Shit. I start to think of every possibility, hoping to fucking God we aren’t about to get caught having sex in his office. Rex’s face shows the same uncertainty as mine, making me even more nervous.

Rex doesn’t say anything, and just puts one finger up against his lips, silently begging me to be quiet. Don’t you worry, sir, I don’t think I could talk if I wanted to. From being denied his cock as well as interrupted while naked in his office, I’m too overwhelmed to make any words. Sliding me off his lap, Rex stands up and adjusts himself before heading over to the door as I tuck myself away under his desk.

I can’t see anything, so I just sit quietly, hoping it’s a mistake or that they’ve finally gone away. As much as I’d like to stay in here and go sit on Rex’s lap some more, the thought of someone catching us has completely ruined the mood.

I hear the door open quickly, my heart stopping as soon as the intruder begins to speak.

“Hey, Coach. You got a minute?” Max’s voice comes into the room, making panic rush through me.

Fuck. It’s my brother.

I knew this was a shitty idea, but Rex and his fucking voodoo dick somehow convinced me otherwise. I’m not going to let him use that cock for evil anymore if this is the consequence.

“Hey, Max,” Rex says, his voice strained. “You, okay?”

“Yeah. I mean, not really. Just some family stuff. I wanted your advice,” Max says, his voice getting closer as he walks into Rex’s office. He sounds stressed. His voice is strained, and he seems tired.

As much as I try not to care about him after everything he’s done, he’s my brother, and I love him, so of course I still care. Max must’ve walked straight in and sat down, because Rex comes back around his desk, sitting down with his legs barely missing me as he scoots in.

“What’s up, Max?” Rex asks cautiously.

“Honestly, I’m struggling. I’m watching a family member spiral out of control and make a bunch of fucked up decisions while I’m supposed to sit back and watch. It sucks, and I feel like I’m the only one who can fix it, the only one who cares.”

“I’m sorry, man. That sucks,” Rex says patiently. A patience I’m no longer feeling after hearing Max talk about me like this. “I’m confused on what you need me for, though.”

As Rex continues talking, I graze my hand up his pant leg until I’m pressing it against his still-hard cock, earning me a firm grip against my wrist and the pleasure of hearing his breathing catch when he speaks again.

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