Page 32 of Netting the Goalie

Shaking my head and trying not to laugh, I agreed then hung up to the sounds of Jake singing Smoky Robinson’s “Let’s Get It On.”Bastard had a decent voice.

I still had a smile on my face when I pulled up to Bliss’ apartment building, which turned out to be a renovated school building on a side street not far from my place.

Since she’d also texted her apartment number, I parked on the street and buzzed her from the lobby to let her know I was there.

“Bliss, hey—”

“Oh, wow.You’re here.Come on up.I just need a minute.”

She sounded distracted and maybe a little out of breath and I didn’t even get a chance to respond when the intercom cut off and the door buzzed.

I found her apartment on the second floor and knocked, hearing the faintest trace of heels clicking against wood before the door flew open.

My mouth dropped open and my brain literally froze for a second.Then I practically swallowed my tongue.

Holy shit.

“Hi, sorry, I’m running just a minute behind.”She took a step back and waved me in, but not before her gaze dropped and she checked me out from head to toe.“Um.You look…great.”

I could’ve sworn her cheeks flushed but she turned away before I could be sure.

One thing I did know…she looked fucking spectacular.If I’d thought she looked edible last night…

Now, I wished like hell we could skip the wedding so I could strip off her dress, throw her over my shoulder and toss her on her bed…wherever that might be.

“I hope you don’t mind if we take my car tonight,” she called over her shoulder as she hurried toward the back of the apartment.Her legs looked amazingly long in high heels.

The open floorplan allowed me to watch her as she headed for an alcove where a long, white bag hung from the top of an open door.

“I have an SUV so I can lay the dress out in the back and my sewing kit’s in there already.”

“No problem.”

As long as I got to spend time with her, I didn’t care how we got where we were going.

With the dress bag now in her hand, she walked back to me with a wry grin.“You’re awfully agreeable.Are you always going to tell me yes?”

“I guess it depends on the question.”I thought about letting her respond to that but wasn’t sure my cock would behave if she started to tease me.“You want me to get the door?”

She blinked and nodded.“Yes.Please.The keys are on the table.”

Grabbing the key ring, I opened the door, waited until she walked through, then followed her and locked the door.

Walking behind her down the hall, I marveled at the view.

Jesus, her ass was perfect, outlined in that tight dress.

“You look amazing.”

Looking over her shoulder, she smiled, sweet and hot.Christ, I nearly tripped over my own feet.

How the fuck did she do that?How did she make me feel like a fucking teenager, tongue-tied and horny and clumsy?

“Thank you.You clean up pretty well, too.But then I knew that last night.”

I would’ve continued to simply stare at her gorgeous ass as we walked through the building to her car but that’d be a dick move so I looked up—and found my gaze caught on her breasts as she stopped next to her SUV.

I knew how soft those breasts were because I’d had my hands and mouth all over them last night.

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