Page 38 of Hot Route
She rolls her eyes playfully, setting the iPad down on her desk. “Yeah, I’m definitely going to need more coffee.”
God, I fucking love her already. I decide not to take my chances this morning by repeating the words I know she probably isn’t ready to hear. Instead, I give her a tender kiss on the forehead before tackling what promises to be the longest day of my week.
THIRTY
MADS
I’min the living room, scrolling through my phone for last night’s hockey highlights. As much as I love football, it takes some effort for me to really get into other sports. I like them, but for some reason, the stats and facts just don’t stick in my head the same. In order to make sure I’m prepared for the workday ahead, I spend at least an hour every morning checking scores and watching highlight reels from each game. Even though I’m off today, the grind never stops. I’ll need to know what went on over the weekend for my Monday assignments.
I’m in the middle of a video showing Lars Kanken’s hat trick when I hear my name being called from down the hall.
“Mads?” Blaze yells. “Baby, can you come here for a minute?”
I hop up, because I’d rob a bank for him if he called me baby first, and pad toward the office. I’ve never been one to enjoy cute pet names in the past. But coming from him, I swear I melt into a puddle every time. When I arrive at the office, I find him sitting at his desk, shirtless. My mouth waters instantly and I imagine myself kneeling next to his desk as I wait for him to tell me what to do. Maybe he’d tell me to get under and suck his cock while hedid a video interview. He’d caress my hair and use all of his self-control not to groan when I took him to the back of my throat.
I snap out of my fantasy to see Blaze staring at me, one brow raised.
“I don’t even want to know what you were just thinking about, dirty girl.” He pauses. “On second thought, yes I do.”
I roll my eyes, trying to tamp down my arousal as I walk over to him. When his laptop screen comes into view, I see a black page with a bunch of multiple-choice questions. “What is this?” I ask him.
He reaches for me, pulling me into his lap before he buries his face into my neck. I sigh, relaxing into his touch like it’s my lifeline. Like he wasn’t just inside me eight hours ago. “It’s a kink quiz,” he mumbles, hot breath fanning against my skin.
Trying to keep my composure, I look forward. “I’ve taken one before,” I moan when he coasts his lips down the side of my neck. “That’s how I— how I found out what I like.” I can feel the wetness already pooling between my legs as he continues. “Did you take it?”
He pulls away, knowing I’m fighting for my life trying to stay focused, and turns my body so I can see him better. “I haven’t yet. I was hoping we could take it together, so we can see if we’re sexually compatible.”
I scoff. “Blaze, I sawGodthe other night. I’m pretty sure we’re compatible. Unless it wasn’t good for you.” Concern hits me like a truck. I was so wiped out; I didn’t even ask how it was for him.
He grabs my chin, pulling my gaze to his. “Baby, I have never felt anything like that in my life. I’m sure this is the last thing you want to hear, but I haven’t exactly been an angel. I’ve been with a good number of women, and it’s nevereverbeen like that before. The fact that you trusted me with your needs was so fucking hot. I still can’t stop thinking about it.” Just then, he thrusts his hipsup, showing me exactly what the memories from that night are doing to him.
I giggle, turning back to the computer. “Okay, but don’t look. I want the results to be accurate, so I need some privacy. Actually,” I say, hopping off his lap, “you take yours here. I’ll do it on my phone.”
“Sounds good, Baby Doll. Then we can compare our results and talk about everything. We should probably discuss soft and hard limits at some point, too.”
I stop in my tracks, a warm feeling taking over my body. I know Blaze wasn’t into kink before he overheard that phone call. The fact that he’s put time into researching everything,for me, has me feeling all sorts of things. I’m equal parts turned on, giddy, and scared shitless, but I’m not going to let my emotions drive this ship. I really like Blaze. I might even be falling in love with him. And as much as I know how badly all of this could complicate my future, I’m having a hard time rationalizing that anymore. Especially after the other night. The way he took care of me. The way he gave me everything I needed like he had a direct line to my brain and body. As confused as I should be about it all…I’m justnot. It’s all crystal clear in my head. I want Blaze. I want to keep doing this with him.
I lean forward, capturing his lips with mine before turning away and heading toward the living room. I grab my phone off the couch and return to see Blaze hard at work on his quiz. I do the same, pulling up my browser and finding the same one he’s taking. The questions are all pretty standard as far as I’m concerned. And when I’m done, I’m not surprised in the least by my results. But I’ll admit, I’m really curious to see his.
Since he’s new at this, he’s going to find out things he probably never knew about himself. I can’t say it wasn’t a shock to me the first time I took a kink quiz and it told me I was ninety-nine percent submissive. I’m also ninety-three percentrope bunny and eighty-seven percent masochist. To nobody’s surprise, all of my quizzes have also highlighted my brat tendencies. Something about being punished for misbehaving makes me want to do it that much more.
Once I’m finished, I wait patiently for Blaze. I watch him repeatedly click his mouse, his brows furrowing, then shooting up toward his hairline. He makes a few audible noises as though he’s surprised by the audacity of the questions before dramatically hitting the return button on his keyboard and sitting back in his chair.
I can’t help the laugh that comes out of me.
“Something funny?” he asks.
“I’m just trying to figure out which questions had your eyebrows ready to yeet themselves into outer space,” I reply.
He raises a brow. “Nobody says ‘yeet’ anymore.”
“Oh really?” I reply, looking around the room. “Are the Yeet Police going to come and arrest me? Let me live, Blaze.” I return to the matter at hand as he huffs a breath, feigning annoyance.
Tapping my bottom lip, I pretend to think. “Anyway, I’m thinking maybe it was the question about pet play.” I wiggle my brows at him. “Or maybe it was the one about letting your partner pee on you,” I joke.
His face twists dramatically as he scoffs in disgust. “I’m not trying to kink shame, but I’m never letting you pee on me.”
“Peeing is a hard limit. Noted,” I say, chuckling. “Anyway, I’m dying for your results.”
