Page 24 of Pucking the Team

EMMA

Alex Ivanov stands in the doorframe, his gaze entirely unreadable in the dim light of the conference room.

My heart pounds as I brace myself for his anger, his disgust, preparing for the worst.

Of everyone to catch me in this position, why did it have to be Alex, my childhood crush? A guy that I’m craving almost as much as Lukas?

To my shock, Alex doesn’t yell or storm out. Instead, he steps into the room and closes the door behind him, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Well, well, well,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “What do we have here?”

I swallow hard. I can feel Lukas tense beside me, his hand still resting on my thigh. I start to try to explain, but Alex cuts me off with a wave of his hand.

“Don’t,” he says, his tone brooking no argument. “I think it’s pretty clear what’s going on.”

My cheeks burn as shame washes over me, mixed with the lingering ache between my legs. There’s a heat in Alex’s gaze I’ve never seen before, a hunger that makes my breath catch in my throat.

He takes a step closer, his eyes raking over my body. “You know, I’ve been watching you, Emma. Watching the way you move, the way you smile. I’ve been wanting to taste you for weeks.”

My eyes widen at his bold words, my pulse pounding in my ears. I can’t believe what I’m hearing, can’t believe that Alex—the man I’ve fantasized about for years—is saying these things to me.

Beside me, Lukas lets out a low chuckle. “Looks like I got to her first, though.”

Alex’s eyes flick to Lukas, a muscle in his jaw twitching. But when his eyes return to me, the heat is back, simmering just below the surface.

“Do you want me, Emma?” Alex’s voice is hypnotic, and I can’t look away from his gaze, need and lust warring with common sense inside me. I should stop this right now.

“I do,” I half-whisper, against my better judgment.

“Here’s how this is going to go,” he says, taking another step forward. “You’re going to finish what you started with Lukas, and I’m going to watch. Then you’re going to come over here and show me what else that pretty mouth of yours can do.”

My breath catches in my throat, desire and panic warring inside me. I know I should say no, should put a stop to this before it goes any further. But the promise in Alex’s eyes, in his voice, is too much to resist.

I’ve been with a lot of guys. There was a period of time during college where I used sex as a bandaid for everything I was feeling about my family. Even to this day, sex is like therapy for me.

But I’ve never been in a situation like this, with two guys, before.

And right now, I want both of these men. If that’s wrong, I don’t want right.

Slowly, I nod.

Alex smiles, sharp and predatory, sending a thrill down my spine. “Good girl.”

He settles into one of the chairs, leaning back with a satisfied smirk. Alex and Lukas lock eyes and have a silent conversation, some sort of masculine battle of wills.

Alex must win, because behind me, Lukas chuckles again, sliding his hand up my thigh. “Shall we continue, then?” Lukas says.

I swallow hard as Lukas’s fingers resume their ministrations. It’s thrilling and terrifying all at once, knowing Alex is watching our every move. His eyes, dark with desire, are glued to the place where Lukas’s hand disappears under my skirt, and I can’t help but imagine what he’s thinking.

What he’s planning to do to me once Lukas has had his fill.

A soft moan escapes my lips as Lukas’s fingers curl inside me, and I see Alex shift in his seat, the bulge in his pants growing larger. He leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees as his gaze burns into mine.

“Does he feel good, Emma?” Alex asks, his voice rough. “Do you like having my friend fuck you with his fingers?”

I nod, unable to find my voice. The vulgarity of his words only arouses me further, and I grind down against Lukas’s hand, pleasure growing.

“Look at you,” Alex says with a chuckle. “So desperate to come that you don’t even care who’s watching.” He licks his lips as he looks at me, his eyes roving over my body. “I knew you were a little slut the moment I saw you. It’s about time you gave in to it.”

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