Page 55 of Gross Misconduct

“Good thing you talked me out of it.”

He kissed me now, a hungry kiss that had me yearning for him already. I’d had sex with three guys, and Jeremy was off the charts. No guy could compare to him. I couldn’t count how many times at work I’d daydream about him and I having sex. I wanted him all the damn time. And now, as his mouth came down on my aching nipples, I wanted him inside me. The thought had every part of me pulsating.

I pushed into him, feeling his hardness against me. I hated that he was taking his time, but I did love how he tortured me. When he slid a free hand down to my wet core, I jolted at the touch. I knew what was coming, and I couldn’t wait for it. He had me all mapped out, knowing exactly where my G-spot was. The second he touched it, I was gone, and when his finger slid inside me, then another, I knew it was only a matter of time.

Just as he teased me with a few deep strokes, his fingers were suddenly gone. I stared at him with what must have been shock and irritation because he laughed devilishly.

“Time to get you undressed. I want full access,” he said. He slid off my pajama shorts and then pulled my shirt over my head. He shimmied out of his boxers, then moved next to me again. His fingers slid inside me, slowly searching, although he knew exactly what he was looking for. When he found it, I gasped, and his strokes became more intense. I tried to fight off the building orgasm, but there was no use. I cried out as he continued to finger fuck me through my orgasm. Ifinally came down from the high, and that’s when he flipped me on my stomach. He was on top of me, his hard cock pressing up against my ass. He leaned over to whisper in my ear.

“Grab a pillow to lie on. You’ll need it for what’s coming.”

I sucked in a breath and bit down on my lip as I did what I was told. He grasped onto my hips to pull me back toward him. He pulled my ass cheeks open, and I had no idea what he was doing. A part of me panicked for a moment, but soon he was lining up his fabulous cock to my waiting entrance. I braced myself as he slowly slid inside me. He let me get accustomed to him before he fully seated himself inside me. I moaned at the intrusion. I’d never felt so full before. He took each stroke slowly, and I already felt another orgasm coming on. I was never going to tell him this, but I’d never had sex in this position before he’d introduced it to me the first time. Eli was strictly a missionary type, and I’d only had sex with the other two guys a handful of times. But this position, the way his cock hit my G-spot, had me fisting the pillow and wanting to cry out. And when he picked up his pace and started rubbing my clit, I thought I was going to black out from the sheer power of my orgasm.

He didn’t stop fucking me, and the orgasm never seemed to end, not until his final thrust as he came too. We both collapsed onto the bed, and it took me a moment to catch my breath.

“I think you liked that,” he said playfully.

I couldn’t string a sentence together, so I simply nodded.

“Good,” he said, gently slapping my ass. “You should probably get some sleep. I have big plans for you tomorrow.”

With the day off from Coach Anthony, I thought Jeremy deserved to sleep in, so I got up and took Chloe for a walk. I puton her raincoat because no one loved the smell of a wet dog, even though she was probably still going to get wet. We got back into the condo, and I made coffee and got started on breakfast. I decided we’d have bacon, pancakes, and eggs. Toast would be optional, although I was pretty sure Jeremy wouldn’t want the extra carbohydrates. I was flipping pancakes when he came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Morning. I woke up to an empty bed. Chloe wasn’t even there.”

“She will dump you in a second if you offer her a walk and some bacon.”

“Fair enough.”

He grabbed coffee, and I brought out the food. He piled his plate high and dove straight in. I sipped my coffee and tried not to laugh. The man certainly had a healthy appetite.

“Your last day is Friday before you start your holidays?” he asked.

That seemed like an odd question. “Yes. Why?”

“My last game before the holiday break is Friday night. If we leave first thing Saturday morning, we should be in Calgary by dinnertime. It won’t be a long stay, but it will be a great few days. Mom will stuff us with food.”

“Sure, I’m okay with that.”

“Ethan thought we were sticking around. He was going to have us over.”

“I guess Tangi didn’t tell him, but I do have gifts for them. I can drop them off at some point this week.”

He sipped his coffee and gave me an appraising look. “You’re sure you don’t want to spend the holidays with your family?”

Was that supposed to be a serious question? Had he not heard everything I’d told him about my mother? Or was he having second thoughts about my visit to his parents’ place? Iwasn’t one to doubt myself very often, but now he had me thinking.

“I don’t want to spend a second with my mother. I have some cousins I’m not close to, and that’s about it. I’m not sure what family I’d spend the holidays with.”

“Do you ever wonder about your dad?”

“No.” That was an easy answer.

“You don’t wonder what he’s up to?”

I put down my fork and stared into his steely blue eyes. “No. Never. He walked out on me when I was a kid. He left me with my mother, although from what my cousins tell me, he was a huge loser. I’m not even sure he’s alive. I’m good not thinking about him.”

He nodded. “Fair enough.” Something about the way he said that gave him some satisfaction. “Do we have anything planned today?”

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