Page 46 of Provoking the Punter

“Liar, that was somewhere trendy at best.”

“It was?”

“Mmm.” Chester rolled his hips.

A shiver ran through Garrett. He wasn’t sure if it was too much or not enough.

“Fine dining might kill me.” He was so not ready for that.

“What you need is a ten-course degustation with paired non-alcoholic wine.”

“A sex degustation? You couldn’t.” He couldn’t. It would take him forever to come up with ten things.

Chester’s eyebrows pinched together as if he was doing the math. “Make it non-alcoholic beverages and I can.”

“Okay… but we couldn’t do it all in one night.” Could they?

“God no, but we could do it over a weekend.” Chester’s tongue flicked over his lower lip, pausing to fiddle with the ball of the vertical labret piercing.

“A weekend away?” Garrett licked the other ball beneath his lip. A weekend away devoted to nothing but sex… It was decadent and impossible. He didn’t get weekends.

“Why not? You can choose when.”

“The odds of us reaching the playoffs are slim, but…” If he booked a holiday, it would be his luck that they pulled out a miracle and made it.

“So book it for after.”

Now it was him doing the math. That was months away, and Garrett wanted it now. “Beach or mountains?”

“Beach.”

They weren’t near a beach. That is one thing he missed the most. Back home, the beach had been so close. “East or west coast.”

Were they going to do this or were they pretending, caught up in the afterglow?

Chester bit his lip ring. “I can’t remember the last time I left the state, because of the businesses.”

“Then we go east, so you aren’t too far away.”

“No, west. I’ll have time to sort out coverage. I should have it in place anyway. I shouldn’t be there six days a week, anyway.” Chester nodded firmly. “I deserve some time off.”

“When was your last holiday?”

“You mean taking time off and going somewhere, right?”

“Yeah.” What other kind of holiday was there?

Chester rested on one hand. “Too long. You?”

“I take a couple of weeks at the end of the season. If I’m booking this…” If we are going to do this… “I need a budget.” He studied Chester’s dark eyes. “Am I booking this…? Are we doing this?”

Chester gave a small nod. “Five thousand per person.”

“How many people are you inviting?” Because he was not up for that.

Chester grinned. “Just us, and I need to know where we are going so I can prepare the menu.”

“Okay…” A lot could happen in three months. What if they weren’t doing this thing? What if everything fell apart, and he didn’t have a job at the end of the season?

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