Page 102 of The Import Slot
“Your ass is phenomenal,” he says with a smile, kissing my shoulder. His voice is still hoarse with sleep. “You are phenomenal, babe.”
I go to clean up and return to the bedroom to change into my running clothes, prompting Ryan to do the same.
“Can we have five more minutes?” He pulls me back into bed, and I can’t resist but snuggle into him.
His alarm goes off a few moments later, and he reaches to silence it. The screen of his phone flooded with a load of notifications and messages.
“You’re still in a group chat with the Jets?” I ask as he swipes a few things away before reading some messages.
“Yeah. As far as they’re concerned, I’m still a Jet until I re-sign with another NHL team.”
“Do you think DeMelo can get me Giroux’s signature?” I ask. He laughs at me, laughing hysterically like I’m joking, but I’m not.
“Babe.”
“Stop laughing at me! Anyway, we need to get ready. I can’t be late for work,” I get back up.
“Do you want to watch a movie tonight?” he asks.
“No, thanks.”
“Right, but when I say movie, I mean sex.”
“I’m quite sore, actually,” I say.
It’s true. I feel an ache I’ve not felt before. It’s satisfying, but I think it’s because I’ve never had so much sex.
“There’s always your ass,” he says with a wink.
“All in good time,” I say. “I swear you’ve got sex on the brain.”
“I can’t help it. Look at you.”
I ignore his advance. “Anyway, are you sure you want to do this 10km with me? I need to do the registration today.”
“Of course. And before you say no, I’m telling you, I’m running with you, not ahead. You’ll do great, babe. You’ve already shaved four minutes off your 5km.” He gives me a kiss before pulling on his trainers.
“I’ll make you breakfast when we get back,” he says, waiting by the door for me to put my trainers on.
“Thanks, but you don’t have to.”
“I like to.”
“You’re sweet.”
“Let me guess, Nathan didn’t?”
“Nah, he didn’t. Come on—the guy didn’t like blowjobs. Which reminds me, now I can ask—”
“There’s nothing wrong with your blowjobs. I’d tell you they’re the best I’ve ever had because it’s true, but I know you won’t believe me.”
He’s right, I don’t, but he moves away from the door, wraps his arms around me from behind, and kisses my neck.
“Best sex I’ve ever had too. I can’t believe we held off for so long.” I giggle, and he presses in closer. “I’ve had a thought. Our barstools are perfect height—let me test something.”
He pulls me toward the kitchen counter, and I hop on the barstool. “If you scoot back a moment—”
He gives me a gentle tug, and I wriggle my ass back. “Fuck. When you’re ready for me to fuck your ass, Jen.” His tone is husky, and I can feel him hard against me.
