Page 83 of That's Too Pucking Bad

“You’re not fucking my ass.”

I shake my head. “No, I’m not fucking your ass.”

I force her to turn around. “But I am licking it.”

She turns her head, a blush on her face. “Stop torturing me.”

“You don’t want to like it, baby. But you do, so I’m not going to fucking stop until you can admit it.”

“I want to eat,” she demands.

I stare at her beautiful pink cheeks. Fuck, her ass is perfect.

I lean down and say, “So, do I.”

We’re on the bed with the sushi spread out between us. She’s wearing one of my jerseys, her legs crossed, and her hair still damp from the bath. It’s a fucking sight— like she belongs here, like she’s always belonged here.

She picks up a piece of sashimi and pops it into her mouth, her gaze drifting around the room. “So, you like really like hockey, huh?”

I chuckle. “Subtle.”

“What?” she asks, grinning. “There’s only, like, a hundred hockey posters in here. Thought I’d take a wild guess.”

I shake my head, leaning back on my elbows. “Yes, I like hockey.”

Her eyes narrow, studying me in that way she does, like she’s trying to peel back my layers. “Do you really? Or is it, like, an obligation thing?”

That question hits harder than I expect. I sit up, running a hand through my hair. “It’s complicated.”

“Complicated how?”

I sigh, meeting her gaze. “My dad... he’s obsessed. Always has been. He used to play when he was younger, and when Ishowed interest, he latched onto it. Turned it into this whole thing.”

She nods slowly, pushing her glasses up her nose. That tiny, unconscious gesture makes my chest tighten.

“So,” she says carefully, “if your dad wasn’t into hockey, would you still play?”

I blink at her, surprised. No one’s ever asked me that. “I don’t know,” I admit.

Her brows lift. “What would you do instead?”

The corner of my mouth twitches. “Cars, probably. I’ve always been into them. Used to work on engines with my uncle when I was a kid.”

She smiles, her whole face lighting up. “That makes sense. You’ve got that grease-under-the-fingernails vibe. Not in a bad way,” she adds quickly.

“Thanks... I think.” I laugh, shaking my head. “Finish your sushi.”

“Why?” she asks, raising a brow.

“Because I wanna fuck you again, and you’re gonna need the energy,” I say, deadpan.

She hides her smile, blushing. “So demanding.”

I just stare at her.

She rolls her eyes, still smiling. “Please remember I need to use my legs tomorrow, babe.”

I grin, catching her chin between my fingers. “I’ll try to keep that in mind.”

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