Page 205 of Waiting Game

“You never have to work at that. I literally blow in your direction and you’re hard.”

“Sounds like you take my erections for granted,” he mutters as he stares at the cell in my hand as if he didn’t give it to me.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to.”

Aware of the massive trust exercise this is, I strip out of his jersey and my oversized tee then crawl forward, watching his dick twitch but not pop to full mast.

Snatching the stand on my dresser, I set it up as he asks, “Is it rolling?”

“Yes, but we can switch it off.”

Cole stares at me, then the phone, then back at me.

He goes through a couple rounds of that, and as I’m starting to wonder if it’smehe doesn’t trust because of the past, he surges forward, hands scooping me up like I’m pocket-sized as he tumbles us both onto the mattress.

Okay, then.

His Adam’s apple bobs but he mumbles to himself, “This is like any other night. Mia’s hot as fuck, Cole Jr. You need to focus on that.”

“Cole Jr.?” I sputter out a laugh.

“What else would I call it?”

“Should I call my pussy Mia Jr.?”

He glares at me, but it’s more absentminded than annoyed. “If you choose to, I’ll call it that too.”

Hiding a smile, I wink at the camera. He notices and immediately stiffens—everywhere, that is, apart from Cole Jr.

Taking matters into my own hands with a smile, I crawl farther down the bed, watching his attention switch to my tits, which sway with the motion as I settle between his knees.

“This is for the times you’re away, baby,” I croon. “Something for you to remember me by.”

He gulps, gaze darting between the camera and my tits. “How did you get used to doing this?”

I hitch a shoulder. “Been on cameras my whole life in one form or another.”

“So have I,” he argues.

“Yeah, but you’re dolled up to the nines in padding. I went out on the ice wearing spandex and had a guy with his hand up my skirt for lifts.” I smile at his glower, and recognizing that I’ve taken his mind off the camera, I put his dick between my breastsand stroke him. “You wanna do that the next time we’re at the rink?”

“You haven’t let me lift you on the ice yet.”

I suck the tip of his dick between my lips for a quick tease. “That was because I didn’t realize you were faking it.”

His eyes widen before they instantly narrow. “Huh?”

I knew it.

“I saw you on that horse. Your balance is perfect. I’ve also been watching you on the damn ice. Now, I have to figure out why you’re procrastinating… though, I’d hazard a guess and say that it’s so you have to pay for more lessons with me.”

His lips pucker. “Nah. I’m shit.”

“Yeah,okay. I should have realized sooner but I believed you when you said you had finesse issues.” He stares at me wide-eyed. “Don’t look at me like that. I run a hockey bar. Games are on all the time now.”

He pulls a face. “Fuck.”

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