Page 90 of The Import Slot
“Not sure. Can you clone people?” I chuckle, but it sounds like the best idea I’ve ever had.
“Having two of you makes zero difference when you’re not completely in control of the other person.”
“Ah yeah, you’re speaking from experience.”
“Well, yeah. Liam and I aren’t good at the same stuff. We’re definitely both crap at this stuff.” He indicates toward my laptop. “I bet you were all over it in school?”
“Well, put it this way, when you were doing stick-handling drills in your back garden, I was building crappy websites for whatever I could think of.”
“You’re such a geek,” he jokes, poking my arm.
“Yeah, and I’m proud! How was practice anyway?” I ask.
“Not too bad, although Bettsy face-planted the blue line after sprints. He passed out.”
I gasp in horror, but I’m disappointed I missed it. “Is he okay?”
“He said he’s not been sleeping great.”
“Speaking of Bettsy—” I say, telling Ryan about my conversation with Alex.
“Shit, does he think Bettsy is gay?”
“Well, I can’t be sure if he’s asking for himself or someone else,” I say with a shrug. “You can’t mention it to Bettsy, though.”
“I won’t. Are you finishing at your usual time today? I’ll pick you up,” he says, taking his cap off and ruffling his hair.
“Yeah, but you don’t have to.”
“I know, but I want to. Want an early night?” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.
“If you’re asking if I want sex, the answer is ab-so-fucking-lutely.” I stand up, glance towards the door to check the coast is clear. I wrap my arms around him and kiss his neck.
“Wanna do it here?” he whispers, his hands grabbing my ass. “I could bend you over this desk right now.”
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted. “And risk losing our jobs? No thanks,” I say.
He shrugs and grins, kissing my neck now, and my body screams at me to take him up on his offer.
“I hear the equipment room near the dressing rooms is ideal.”
His lips are close to my ear, and his breath on my neck makes me shiver; I can feel him pressing into me.
“Who told you that? Actually, I don’t want to know.”
I glance at the clock on the wall as I debate with myself. All I can think about right now is how deliciously full I feel when he’s inside me; and how hard he makes me come.
“Okay, let’s go.”
“Should I meet you down there?” he asks.
Public skate has started now, but hopefully, there’ll be no one around in the tunnels now.
“No, I’ll grab the camera. Vicky’s taking some pictures for me next week but needs me to give her a view of what I want. They’re for the website. If anyone asks, you’re helping me position some equipment for the photos. I will need to actually get some shots though.”
“Right.”
I grab my things, and we head back to the office. Luckily, Vicky is deep in conversation on the phone, so she doesn’t ask questions. I know she’d likely opt to come and help if she knew what I’m supposed to be doing.
