Page 83 of Wicked Truths

He thrusts two fingers inside me, curling them to hit the sensitive nerves.

“Come for me, baby.” His voice is deep and husky, sending pleasure straight to my core.

He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I come apart, screaming his name.

My body shakes as he removes his fingers from my pussy. I watch, mesmerized, as he licks his fingers clean from my juices.

“Fuck, you taste like Heaven, Chessie.”

“What about you?” I ask as he stands and grabs my clothes.

“We will continue this after the game. I have to head to the locker room and change.”

He helps me slip into my panties and pants. I runmy hands down my pants, trying to smooth out any wrinkles.

“Don’t worry, Chessie. No one will know.”

I roll my eyes. “I doubt that. I can smell us in here.”

“Good.” He slaps my ass before pulling me closer to him. He kisses me, and I moan as I taste myself on his tongue.

I follow him out of the bathroom and out of the suite.

When we are standing at the top of the stairs, he asks, “Are you staying to watch the game?”

“Of course. Just like old times.”

He grins and gives me a chaste kiss. “Great. I’ll see you afterwards.”

“Skate fast and play hard.”

I watch him jog down the stairs and disappear around the corner before I turn around and head towards the offices to find Dad.

He’s in his office, typing away on his laptop. He looks up as I sit down in the chair in front of his desk.

“I’ll just be a couple more minutes. I’m trying to finalize a deal.”

I lean back, eyes wide, and surprised that Dad offered information without me begging for it. “Oh? Anything interesting?”

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with. It’s just a potential business acquisition.”

I spoke too soon. It seems like no matter what I do, Dad will always keep me on the outside.

Hell, Dad still hasn’t said anything about the night atthe shipyard. He hasn’t asked a single question about why I was there or even said he’s glad I’m alive and back home safe.

Needing to keep my anger at bay, I ask, “Are you staying for the first game? It will make for good press.”

I know he doesn’t really care about the sport, but as the new owner, he should be seen at games and events. At least the home season opener.

He closes his laptop, putting it in the top drawer of his desk before locking the lock. “I already booked us a suite.”

Hopefully not the one Rhett and I just used.

I follow Dad to the suite next to the one I was just in, and I see there are trays of food and drinks lined up on a long buffet style table.

Dad heads to a couch overlooking the arena while I head to the drinks to grab a soda.

Alexandra walks over to me and grabs a bottle of sparkling water. “How do you feel after the first interview?”

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