Page 1 of Pucking the Grump

Chapter 1

Remy Lauder

Like most Type A overachievers, I have a strict “no sex in the workplace” policy. A policy that Tyler Stone is currently breaking for the third time this month…

With me. On my desk. Again.

I should really stop letting this happen.

And I will.

Any minute now…

“We have to stop,” I whisper as Stone’s lips trail down the side of my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that makes my toes curl. “I mean it. We can’t keep doing this.”

“That’s what you said last time,” he murmurs. “And the time before that.” His hands glide up my thighs, bunching my pencil skirt around my waist as he steps between my legs, pressing his body closer to mine.

Damn, his body…

If only he weren’t built like a Viking lumberjack with zero respect for personal space and a talent for making office furniture groan. With those broad shoulders, strong hands, chiseled abs, and that little smirk that says he knows I’m two seconds from giving in every time I try to push him away—he’s legitimately irresistible.

I’m a lifelong athlete, a coach’s daughter, a coach myself, for fuck’s sake!

I pride myself on discipline, strategy, and keeping my head in the game. But the second this man walks in smelling like fancy soap and bad decisions, my executive function goes right out the window.

Tyler Stone is my kryptonite, which is why we made rules about where and when it was okay to give in to our mutual lust-jones for each other.

It’s also why I keep breaking those rules…

“But this time we got caught, so we should definitely put this off until a later date.” I try to sound firm, but my fingers are already threading through his dirty blond hair.

“We didn’t get caught,” he scoffs, lifting his head from my neck to fix me with those impossibly blue eyes. “We helped two people who were locked in a bathroom get out of the bathroom. Two people I happen to be close friends with, who would never spread gossip about us, even if they suspected we’d been about to fuck when we were so rudely interrupted. But they don’t suspect a thing. So, we’re fine, Bossy. Just fine. I promise. Now, relax and let me get you naked. You’ll feel better when you’re naked.”

His smile is equal parts charm and mischief, the same grin that first got me into trouble eighteen months ago.

But back then, I didn’t know Stone was coming to play for the Badgers, for my team, which shortly thereafter became my father’s team. Sleeping with a player from my own franchise would have been problematic enough, but once my controlling, hyper-protective father became their head coach?

Forget about it.

I ditched Stone immediately, deleted his number, and made plans to pretend I’d never been taken up against a wall by the Portland Badger’s new star forward.

Then Stone showed up at my office door a few weeks after training camp started last year, looking like a wounded puppy. A really sexy wounded puppy who just wanted to make me come my brains out…

My capacity to make logical decisions has been on vacation ever since.

“I’m not getting naked with you,” I maintain.

“Fine, half naked.” He shifts even closer, until the thick ridge of his erection brushes against my thigh. “I can still do bad things to you half-naked. I’m gifted like that.”

I laugh, despite myself. “You’re insane, is what you are.”

“And you love it,” he replies, the humor in his voice giving way to something deeper, more intense.

My breath catches as his fingers tease up the soaked panel of my panties. “Stone, I’m serious this time… I really am…”

“Then tell me to stop like you mean it, and I’ll stop.” His voice drops to that low rumble that makes my pussy throb every bit as much as the thumb gently circling my clit. “I’ll walk out that door right now if you really want me to, Bossy. You know I’m a man of my word.”

That’s the problem. He is a man of his word. Stone is many things—irreverent, cocky, playful, even ridiculous at times—but he’s honest to a fault and has always respected my boundaries. The real ones, anyway.

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