Page 13 of The Girl in the Hockey Jersey

She bites her lower lip. Is she trying to keep from smiling?

I wink at her, and she groan-laughs. “All right. Let’s order something.”

I grab the menu for her, which at this hour is probably just burgers. Then I pad over to the minibar and grab two bottles of water.

“Do you know how much those are?” she squeaks.

“Two rules about drunken sex.” I open the cap on one and hand her the other. “First, everything gets charged to my card, so don’t worry about it. And two, it’s important to hydrate after every round so we don’t have headaches in the morning.”

Chapter7

Harper

Hydrate after every round.He wasn’t kidding about using multiple condoms.

Holy crap.

After we place our order for food, he pulls on his dress pants. “So I can answer the door and not break any rules about intimidating hotel staff with my impressive dick.”

I giggle.

He doesn’t take offense to me laughing, because we both know he’s telling the truth. It is impressive. Both aesthetically—hello—and performance-wise.

He grabs his dress shirt and tosses it my way. “Put this on.”

“This won’t scandalize the room service delivery guy?”

“He’s not going to see you in that. That’s just for my benefit. I want your scent on that shirt tomorrow.”

Oh. I slide into it, savouring the luxury feel of it against my ordinary-girl skin.

He glances around. “Do you have any painkillers?”

“In my suitcase. Outside pocket.” He unzips it just as I remember what else is in there. “Wait!”

He grins wickedly as he lifts the clear plastic pouch that contains my bullet vibrator. “Hello, friend.”

“Put that back.” I blush. “We don’t need it.”

“But we mightlikeit.” His eyes glint. Then he grabs the painkillers, sets them on the bedside table next to his bottle of water, and lounges on the bed again, his back against the headboard, his legs sprawled long and loose in front of him. He looks like a debauched prince, holding his illicit treasure.

Which is my vibrator.

“Kieran…”

He cups himself through his dress pants. “Mmm, yeah. Pretty good on the response time tonight, too.”

I push at his chest, and he tugs me close. Those glittering granite eyes dance with silent laughter as he brings my mouth to meet his.

“Never stop saying my name,” he murmurs before his tongue slides against mine.

His kiss feels dangerous, a temptation I cannot control, but there’s a ticking clock now. Food will arrive in half an hour, so there’s no real risk in crawling into his lap and making out with him. We’re both definitely tipsy, but it’s a good kind of inebriated. Like we’re all warm and fuzzy together.

When he turns on the vibrator and slides it under the hem of his shirt I’m wearing, I lift up just enough for him to find my clit with it.

“I want to feel you come apart again,” he whispers before licking his way down my neck.

It doesn’t take long. I shatter for him, then he tumbles me onto my back so he can lick between my legs. I make some noises about it being his turn, and he ignores them, which really feels too good to be true.

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