Page 75 of Any Second Now
No part of me wants her to leave right now.
“Tell me you’re not going?” I know I sound desperate.
“No. I’m just not a sit-around-naked kind of woman.” She scrunches her face.
“Well that’s unfortunate, because I’d definitely like to sit around naked with you.”
She picks up her t-shirt.
“Wait.” I stride over to my dresser. “I have a shirt for you.”
Do I have t-shirts? Yup, drawers full. Am I going to give her one? Nope, I’m sure not.
If she’s gotta put on clothing, it needs to be something that shows she’s mine.
She holds out her hand and I toss her the item, drinking in the sight of her breasts as she examines what I threw to her.
“Your jersey?” She looks over at me, a smirk on her face, and turns to show me the back of the purple and yellow jersey. It shows the number eight plus Knox.
“Yup.”
“And you want me to wear it right now.” She pulls it in to her chest.
“I’d prefer you wear nothing else.”
“Alright.” She pulls the shirt over her head and lets it fall to just below her ass. She looks down at the jersey and then up at me.
The sight of Raleigh Hayes standing in my bedroom wearing my hockey jersey? I think I’m getting hard again just looking at her.
I close the distance between us and wrap my hands around her waist, pulling her flush against me.
“You look hot in my jersey.”
Something flashes across her face. Does she know I don’t give just any woman my jersey to wear?
As a matter of fact, she’s the only one.
I’ve spent years sleeping with women who only saw me as a hockey player—which, to be fair, is how I see myself—and knew I was never gonna commit to them.
A few tried to get me to agree to be their boyfriend, but I hardly ever slept with the same woman more than a few times. I never wanted them to catch feelings.
I certainly wasn’t going to.
Sleeping with them was only physical. I was never in my head. I was an animal, fucking fast and hard and then when it was over, ready to leave. Yeah, I always made sure the woman was satisfied, I’m not a complete asshole.
But it wasphysicalsatisfaction, not emotional.
I reach down and cup Raleigh’s ass in my hands, pulling her up and against me.
“Yeah?” Raleigh says, breathing hard, her arms around my neck. She hops up and swings her thighs around my waist, linking her ankles at the small of my back. I moan as her pussy presses against the length of my hard, bare cock.
“I have something to say to you.” I press her against me and her breathing gets faster.
“What?” Raleigh’s eyes flutter as she moves her hips.
“You’re fired.”
She stops moving and her eyes fly open.
