Page 47 of Crossing Lines

“Oh, so am I.” I waggled my brows at him. “What a coincidence.” No way he was going to stop me from seeing him tonight.

“Yeah?” He tapped my chest with his knuckles. “No funny stuff, Boehm.”

“What on Earth do you mean?” With a snicker, I pushed my gaze to the elevator. Oh, there was going to be some funny stuff.

The elevator doors slipped open, and we stepped inside.

When the doors closed, Ryan hit the button for our floor.

I pounced on him, slamming his back against the steel walland claiming his mouth in a bruising kiss. Fuck, he tasted good, like victory. As my cock woke, I ground against him.

Groaning, he slanted his mouth over mine and tangled our tongues together, grabbing my hips, his dick plumping against mine through his suit pants.

I nibbled down the column of his neck, lost in the musky scent of him, the feel of his hard body against mine. Shivers of sensation sparked through my body. “Fuck, want you.”

“Oh, Jesus,” he rasped, his slicked-back hair falling over his brows. “You’re killing me here.” The elevator dinged and he shoved me off him, then straightened his suit and combed his hair back into place. Flashing his eyes at me, he strode off the elevator.

Some of the guys were milling about in the hallway and Mason called out, “Coach Gibson, good game, eh?”

“Yeah, good game.” With a chuckle, he shook his head and stopped at his room, only a few doors down.

I watched him unlock his door. He was fucking mine later. I knew right where he’d be.

I lay on my bed,scrolling through Instagram reels to pass the time. When would be a good time to sneak into Ryan’s room?

Archer ended his call with Leo. “Guess what?” He threw his legs off the bed and stood.

“What?” I flicked my gaze to his.

“Leo’s brother is getting married to his boyfriend. In fact, all the guys in their band, Knot Me, are engaged now.” He sighed and walked toward the bathroom.

“Yeah?” I tilted my head over my pillow. “You and Leo will be there soon enough.” I sniggered. Those two were stupid in love and perfect together.

“You think?” He stopped at the bathroom door, resting his hand on the jamb.

“Yeah, I think. You watch.” I sat up on the bed, my legs sprawled out in front of me. “You’re going to get an NHL contract with the ’Yotes, and the two of you are going to live happily ever after.”

A broad smile swept over his face and his cheeks pinked. “Hope so.”

It was time. “I’m going to go check the hallway, and if it’s clear, I’m heading to Ryan’s room.” I wasn’t waiting any longer. I tossed my legs over the side of my bed and hopped up.

“Jonah, don’t get caught.” He pressed his lips together.

“Don’t worry.” I rummaged in my duffel for my lube and the dildo, then pulled them out.

“Oh fuck.” Archer barked out a laugh. “Dude, I didnotneed to see that.” He hung his head, rubbing his eyes. “I can’t believe you brought a fucking dildo in your bag.”

“What?” I waved it at him. “Like you don’t use them.” I scoffed a breath. “Anyway, see you later. Much later.” I stuffed the lube and dildo into the long pocket in front of my sweatshirt and walked out of the room, then looked each way down the hall. Not a person or sound anywhere. Good.

Strolling down the hallway, I puffed my chest out. Today had been a great day and was about to be even better. There was nothing like a good win to make me horny as shit. And with Ryan here? I was off the charts. I stopped at Ryan’s door, then slipped my phone out of the pocket of my sweats and texted him.

Jonah

Look outside your door.

Rhonda

Why?

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