Page 46 of Pucking Never

I hear a stunned gasp and I look up past my father. My eyes lock with Grace’s shocked gaze and I feel just as surprised to see her as she appears to see me.

“Grace?” I say.

To my surprise, she comes marching toward us, her brow furrowed and her eyes flashing with anger.

“Excuse me,” she snaps, coming to a stop next to me and facing my dad. “I don’t think you fully understand just how amazing of a man Jensen is.”

“I beg your pardon?” my dad replies, clearly stunned.

“He’s kind, considerate, wildly talented at what he does, and is deeply respected by his team,” she continues in a hard tone. “If you can’t accept him for the wonderful man he is, you don’t deserve him!”

“Miss, I don’t know who you are, but you have no right to speak to me like this!” my dad snaps.

“And you have no right to cut Jensen down the way you do!” she snarls right back.

I can’t stop myself from grinning as I watch her square-up with my father. I’ve never felt so appreciated. The urge to get her alone overwhelms me and I reach out to grab her hand, yanking her away from my dad.

“Jensen?” she gasps, gazing up at me in confusion.

“Jensen!” my dad snaps behind me. “We aren’t done talking yet!”

I ignore him. He doesn’t matter right now. Grace is the only thing that matters.

“Come with me,” I whisper, then lead her down the hall, away from my dad. He yells after me again, but when I glance back at him, I see him turn and storm out of the building in a furious huff. Grateful that distraction is gone, I take Grace into an empty trainer’s office. I shut the door behind us and lock the door so no one can follow us inside. “Grace, are you…?”

“Did you mean what you said?” she asks, cutting him off sharply. “That you…that you love me?”

I blink down at her before a slow smile curls my lips.

“Yeah,” I nod. “Honestly, I think I’ve been in love with you since our week in Miami. Grace, you have to let me explain about Camille. It wasn’t what you think…”

“I already know,” she says, surprising me. “I was actually coming down here to talk to you and apologize for jumping to conclusions and not giving you a chance to explain. I just… I let my old fears cloud my judgment, and that wasn’t fair. You’re a good man, Jensen. A loyal man, and I know that. You wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.”

Relief washes through me and I reach up to cup the side of her face.

“Does that mean I’m getting another chance?” I murmur.

Her perfect pink lips curl into a small smile. “Yes… I love you too, Jensen.”

My breath leaves me in a rush and I can’t find words to express to her how much her declaration means to me. So, instead, I yank her against me and crash my lips down on hers in a desperate, hungry kiss. She loves me. I can hardly believe it. The most incredible woman I’ve ever met is in love with me, and I with her.

With a swipe of my tongue against hers, my hands slide down the soft curves of her body until they reach her thighs. In one swift move, I lift her, placing her upon the desk before my left hand is grasping the back of her neck, pulling her close to me as my body nestles between her thighs. Having her like this, in this moment is everything.

There’s nothing that compares to having her submit to me like she does. Not even being on the ice can compare—and I’ve made a living out of that.

Clutching my shoulders, she clings to me, her lips parting as she takes a breath, moaning softly at the way my other hand slides up to cup her breast, my thumb rolling across her erect nipple beneath.

“Jensen,” she gasps as I place hot kisses along her jaw and down her throat.

“I’ve missed you,” I confess in a harsh whisper, my fingers slowly moving towards the button on her pants, quickly shoving the material down her legs, dragging her panties along with it.“I have to taste you.”

Ravenous for her, I drop to my knees and push her legs apart. My head dropping the aching cunt between her legs, the anticipation to taste her more than I can handle as my cock throbs within the confines of my pants. Over and over I drag my tongue against her dripping wet pussy, devouring her in a way that only I can do for her — or so she has said. And from the lust induced gaze in her eyes as I look up at her, I see just how much she loves it.

Her eyes begin to roll slightly as her head falls back and her lips part. Her fingers wrapping within the locks of my hair as the soft gasping pants of ecstasy pour from her mouth, as they always do.”Please… oh fuck, please.”

She tastes as sweet as ever, and the more she begs for her release, the faster I aim to please her. To hear her scream at the top of her lungs as she lets go of everything she’s been holding back.

As I run my tongue up and down her wet slit, I press my thumb against her clit and rub tight circles over it. Her pants of pleasure grow more rapid by the second.

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