Page 47 of Glitz & Goals

“Mm, and I got this idea that maybe we needed to mix things up a little. At first I was thinking, bam, new merch design. Something that would appeal to the female fans. Sequins, perhaps.”

This time Grady cracks a smile. “Sounds like a brilliant idea to me.”

I lean on the railing and grin. I don’t know what Renee thinks she knows, but clearly, we have no secrets from her.

“But then I thought, a new mascot would be even better. The right mascot can really bring the team’s energy up. Inject a little jolt of adrenaline into the event, you know? And since that’smylane…”

“Because of publicity,” I cut in.

“Exactly. I’m the PR gal. Mascots are good PR. And a new mascot design calls for all-new merch, so…” Renee shrugs, looking utterly pleased with herself. “It’s a win-win situation, am I right?”

Grady nods. “Truly, Renee, you’re a genius.”

“Oh, go on.” Renee flaps a hand at him. “Say more.”

On the ice, the guys have surrounded Attila and lifted him in the air. He’s doing a wriggling dance and pumping his arms.

Grady sighs and hooks a thumb toward the group. “I should probably break this up. Good work, ladies. Keep those ideas coming.” He waves to us before heading off to rescue Attila, although given the festive air of the players, I’d say the mascot’s already having a grand old time.

Renee and I chat for a bit until Attila finally returns with a huge grin and a seal of approval for the new mascot costume. My work here is done.

Grady catches my eye as the guys head into the locker room, while we make our way toward the elevator to figure out the best way to store the mascot costume so it won’t get damaged.

We’ve got the costume packed up and ready to go when my watch vibrates. There’s a message.

Grady: My office. Ten minutes.

Well, okay then. I hide my smile from Renee as we hang the garment bag containing the mascot’s body. I’m glad I wore a dress today. I can only think of one reason Grady would want to meet up in his office, and I’m already turned on just considering the implications.

If I were any other contractor, Renee would probably escort me from the building. To my relief, she just waves me off and closes the door behind me. It’s easy to walk past her office windows toward the elevator and just keep going, eventually circling back to Grady’s door. I smile to myself when I realize no one else is around.

Perfect.

The door is open, and when I peek my head in, Grady is already sitting in his chair at the L-shaped desk. His monitor and keyboard sit on one arm of the L; the other has been cleared of anything that might get in the way. There are exterior windows at the back of the room, but we’re several stories up, and the blinds are drawn.

I slip inside and lock the door behind me. “What can I do for you, Coach Metcalfe?”

Grady steeples his fingers and lets his gaze rake over me. “For starters,” he growls, “you could take off your underwear.”

A shiver runs down my spine, and my body screams, Yes! I turn away from him, feigning modesty, only to hike up my skirt and give him a full view of my ass as I hook my thumbs under the elastic of my panties and pull them down. I’ve had sex in semi-public spaces before, but not since college. Doing this in the Venom arena, a place I’ve visited off and on my whole life, feels extra taboo.

I kick my panties off and tuck them in my dress pocket, then turn back to Grady and wait.

He scoots his rolling chair back and pats one hand against the barren arm of the desk. “Here,” is all he says.

I saunter over to the desk, a maneuver which involves pressing past Grady with my ass practically in his lap. Once I’m close enough, I turn and pull myself up onto the edge of the desk, where I spread my legs so that Grady can see what is and isn’t underneath my skirt. I adjust the position of my legs so that my skirt slides higher on my bare thighs.

Grady licks his lips. “Vivian…”

I run one hand along the inside of my thigh. “Yes?”

“Do you want me?”

I circle my fingers against my clit. “Always.”

Grady shudders and rises to his feet, shoving the chair aside. He stands between my legs. His left hand tangles in my hair, and he tips my head back so that I’m looking him dead in the eye when he slips two fingers of his right hand into my mouth. I suck them eagerly, and my pussy clenches in anticipation.

“You’re going to have to be so quiet,” he whispers. “You’re not going to scream like a bad girl, are you, Vivian?”

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