Page 79 of Captain's Claim

Blake checks his phone and groans.

"Alright. I really gotta go. Coach Brody is waiting."

I lift my legs slightly, crossing them at the ankles as I recline against the pillows, watching him as he runs a hand through his hair, like he'sforcinghimself not to look.

"Poor baby… you don’t just want to stay? Test out this bed?"

Blake stills. His throat is working around a hard swallow as his eyes flick from my legs, my breasts, right up to my lips and back again.

My heartpoundsas he takes a step toward me.

"Oh, I do," he grunts, his voice low and dark, the sound having a delicious effect on my nipples. "Believe me."

I arch a brow. "So?"

Blake leans in, bracing one knee on the edge of the bed, his hand pressing into the mattress beside my hip, his lips just inches from mine.

"I'll tell you what…" His breath is warm against my mouth. "You stay right here, sweetheart, and you just wait and see what happens when I get back."

My whole body clenches, the heat in his gaze enough to set a gushing wave of moisture straight to my panties.

I smirk, loving every second of this sex-driven banter that we're getting oh-so good at. "Oh, I plan to."

Then, with a deliberate slowness that I know drives him crazy, I stand up and walk toward the balcony.

I shrug off my blazer, letting it fall to the floor. My pants follow, pooling at my feet. I glance over my shoulder, locking eyes with Blake as I reach for the hem of my top and pull it over my head, revealing my warm skin right before his eyes.

His eyes darken, following every movement as I bend over and slowly,sofucking slowly… sliding my panties down my legs.

The fabric whispers against my skin, pooling at my feet. I step out of them and into the hot tub, fully naked as the skyline glitters over the balcony in front of me.

Behind, I feel Blake staring. Turning to confirm my suspicions, he's backing back towards the front door, biting his damn fist.

Another wave of heat rushes to my pussy at the thrill of it all.

"That’s just mean, you know," he growls, watching as I cup my breasts and gently pinch a nipple.

"What's wrong? Feel like you're missing out?"

He growls, eyes popping as I squeeze my breasts together, slowly sinking into the water so they disappear from his sight.

"Hope you're happy." He's deadly serious.Pissed off,more like it. "Now I’ll be facing the media storm we created downstairs with a fucking boner pressing underneath the table."

I sink into the bubbles, a smug smile on my face. "Have fun at your meeting, Captain."

Blake storms out before he loses all control, but not before rushing back across the room, leaning down, gripping my chin, and murmuring, "Stay right there. I want you wet, naked, and thinking about me when I get back."

Laughing, I sink deeper into the hot tub, letting the warm jets massage away the tension in my shoulders as the door slams shut. The Chicago skyline sparkles before me, a sea of twinkling lights against the darkening sky.

Steam rises around me as I tilt my head back against the edge, letting myself relax for the first time in God knows how long.

This is pure decadence. The kind of luxury I never imagined I'd experience when I took this job in a small hockey town.

Yet here I am, naked in a private rooftop hot tub, waiting for the captain of the Icehawks to return and...

My phone buzzes on the ledge beside me.

My heart jumps, expecting Blake's name to flash across the screen. Maybe he's ditching the meeting early, giving into the ultimate temptation.

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