Page 151 of The Puck Stops Here

‘The best.’

Which was the truth. Flying to Massachusetts with the team, checking into their swanky hotel in Springfield, and being swept straight back out again by the twins for a tour of their old haunts had been equal parts fun and fascinating. Not to mention Blake,allthe Blake.

And news from Bella had been the cherry on top!

She just knew in her gut that Paige and Bella would be okay… whether Paige and Olly would be, that was another question entirely.

‘I’m glad to hear it. The management team are heading out for dinner this evening since we don’t have to suffer the same constraints as this lot’ – he gestured to some of the team members milling about in the grand marble foyer – ‘you’re welcome to join us. It’s an exclusive restaurant run by…’

Preston was still talking but she was no longer listening. Across the way, through the flurry of guests, she’d locked eyes with Blake by the lift. He flashed his room key…

‘I’m actually quite full after today’s tour of the sights.’ She was already on her feet, pulling her handbag over her shoulder and slotting her phone inside. ‘And I have some work I need to be getting on with. Thank you though.’

She gave him the dazzles for good measure.

‘Of course. Right. Yes. Well, if you change your mind…’

Not likely. ‘I’ll let you know.’

‘I thought you needed rescuing,’ Blake murmured as he ushered her into the lift with several other passengers and she smiled up at him. They’d spent most of the day in each other’s orbit but never alone, and not being able to touch him, to kiss him… torture!

‘This is us,’ he said as the lift came to a stop and he urged her out.

It wasn’t ‘us’, it was ‘him’, because her room was on an entirely different floor, two levels up. She’d been in it to freshen up on arrival and not seen it since.

He took her hand as soon as the lift doors closed behind them. ‘I’ve been dying to do that all day.’

She scanned the sleek and modern hallway. ‘Surely there are cameras…’

‘I’m talking about holding your hand, Twinkle Toes, nothing X-rated.’

She laughed as he unlocked his door and pushed it open.

‘Though now you mention it…’ He tugged her inside and kissed her, his mouth hot and urgent as his tongue swept against hers and her knees gave out. Thank God he had her pressed up against the back of the door!

‘I’ve wanted to doallof this from the second I saw you get on the coach this morn.’

She gave a breathless laugh as he tugged her shirt from her jeans and swept his hands beneath, his palms rough and tantalising against her skin.

‘I think the entire coach would have had something to say about that.’

‘Let them talk, I don’t care.’

But she cared. If news broke before she had the chance to tell Sissi, the girls…

‘Don’t you think we should keep this on the down-low for now?’

‘Whatever you say, baby,’ he rasped beside her ear, his hot breath shooting a shiver up her spine. ‘So long as I get to do this…’

He pulled her top over her head, his head dropping to her breasts, his teeth surrounding one puckered nipple through the lace and she bit into her lip to stop from crying out, her hands burying into his hair.

‘You’re like an addiction, Twinkle Toes.’

Funny how that godawful pet name felt so very different from his lips.

‘I just can’t get enough.’

He dragged his sweater over his head, his T-shirt too, and her eyes dipped over him.

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