Page 94 of Perfect Playbook

Leave Nino with your dad and come to the locker room entrance.

Pastelito

Will they let me?

They’ll let you or else they’ll have a goddamn lunatic on their hands.

Moments later, I’m in the hall waiting next to Marlon, one of the security guards who keeps fans from entering our private domain. I’m waiting with zero fucking patience and have to tell myself a thousand times it takes at least five minutes to walk from where she is rink side to me.

Marlon is the kind of security guard who has a constant expression of disinterest and boredom going on. But he sure notices me because I’m fidgeting like a hungry animal.

“You all right, Mr. Hunter?”

Just then, the double doors at the far end of the hallway burst open, and a flash of long, dark locks appear.

“I am now.”

She comes toward me, her steps at first normal—mine are, too, until I ask myself why I’m fucking around walking—and I quicken the pace to a jog until I whisk her up in my arms and crash my lips onto hers. She kisses me back like she’s missed me just as much. I secure her tiny frame in myarms, shuffling us up against a wall, and I press her back into it, harder than I want to, but carnal urges rush through my body. How could I have missed her this much in just a few days?

She moans into my mouth. “There’s a guy watching.”

I smile, my lips smooth against hers, and I flick my eyes to where Marlon is at the end of the hall. He isn’t looking at us but of course he knows we’re here.

I let her feet drop to the floor and take her by the hand, leading her down the hall to the changing room double doors Marlon guards.

“Marlon, this is my wife.”

“Ma’am.” He tips his head politely.

“I’m going to need to take her on the other side of these doors.”

“Mr. Hunter, you know only authorized personnel go through.”

I gaze at him hard in that way that lets him know I want him to read between the lines. “I’mauthorizingmy wife to visit the closet on the other side of these doors. A ten-minute pass is all I’m giving her.”

He furrows his brows for a moment then releases them wide and high when he gets the drift. His eyes flicker as he considers allowing us through. “All right.” He opens the door for us. “Ten-minute pass.”

I whisk Shay through and find the janitor’s closet just on the other side of the door, shoving us both inside. It’s dark, and we clang about until I’m able to somehow brace her against a solid wall without supplies on it. We kiss hard, groaning, moaning… I’m trying not to make so much noise but I’m absolutely feral after not seeing her for days.

Ten minutes is all I have. Every inch of her skin feels incredible in my hands. She kisses me, but I feel her armsreaching and fumbling along the wall until she pulls the string to the light and a soft glow illuminates the space.

“I missed you…” I say, pushing her dress up the sides and off her body. “Did you wear this just for me? Were you just waiting for me to slide my hands up your thighs and my fingers between your legs?”

“Fuck, Logan,” she sighs.

I unclasp her bra and toss it to the floor.

“I never stop thinking about you ever. I need you…”

We’re breathless, rushed, needy. My hand smooths down her panties and I run my fingers along her slick slit. I kiss down her neck, nibbling along the way. She throws her head back, offering herself to me. I flick her nipple with my tongue, and when her fingernails rake through my hair, my back breaks out in chills.

I kiss right down her stomach and peel her panties down her thighs, letting them join the pile with her dress. Then I press my thumbs to the folds of her pussy and open it wide. I kiss it gently and glance up to see her eyes fluttered shut and her eyebrows tight in sensual concentration.

The sight of her makes me lose my shit, and I dive in. I devour her, every part of my mouth feasts on her core.

“Logan…” she breathes.

“Fuck, Shay. The only thing better than my name in your mouth is my cock.”

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