Page 87 of Major Penalty

A sharp slap lands on my ass, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to shock. I feel him drop to his knees behind me. His hands spread me open, and I try to twist away from how exposed I feel, but his grip is iron tight.

“I want to taste the mess you made for me.” And then he devours me from behind, his tongue stroking between my lips with devastating hunger. I moan, gripping the edge of the desk so hard my knuckles go white.

His mouth is merciless. His tongue slides inside me and then drags up to flick my clit in tight circles before plunging back down again.

He’s not gentle. He’s not sweet. He’s starving. And I’m already unraveling.

His tongue works me in unimaginable ways. His hands grip my ass, spreading me wider, pulling me closer to his mouth, and he moans into me like he’s addicted to the taste of me.

“Ares!” I gasp, voice broken.

His tongue flicks over my clit in tight, relentless strokes.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” I beg, my voice high-pitched.

“Let go,” he growls, sounding muffled against me. “I want to taste this little pussy when it comes for me.”

The orgasm rips through me like fire, my whole body convulsing, thighs shaking. I cry out, falling forward onto the desk, my cheek pressed against the cool surface as I sob out his name.

He doesn’t stop licking me until I twitch from oversensitivity. Then, finally, he pulls away.

I hear the soft sound of him standing, the low rustle of fabric. Then…warmth as he gently slides my skirt back over my hips, smoothing the fabric down with both palms. The contrast of his tenderness after what he just did makes me feel dizzy.

Then he leans in and presses a soft, tender kiss to my butt cheek.

I turn my head slightly, still breathless, still reeling.

He points to the side of the desk where the paper bag he brought sits innocently.

“Eat that,” he says.

My brows knit together, but I’m too gone to argue. He walks around me, towering over me, his expression unreadable.

“Don’t think I won’t come check,” he adds.

He tucks himself back into his sweatpants, and I already miss the sight of him.

He walks toward the door, unlocks it, and glances over his shoulder, “I’ll come get you when your shift ends. I want to take you somewhere special tonight.”

He gives me one of his cocky smirks before he opens the door and walks out without another word.

I slowly push myself up, and that’s when I realize…my panties are gone. He took them. Again!

That’s the third pair.

What the hell is he even doing with them?

I look at the paper bag full of food and the door he just walked out of.

And smile.

Chapter twenty

~ARES~

Watching the guys practice feels good. The sound of skates cutting through the ice, the rhythm of their movements—it’s hypnotic. Even though I’m not out there with them, just standing on the sidelines is like a goddamn release. I’ve missed being here, missed the ice, the rink.

But the truth? None of it compares to missing her.

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