Page 98 of Hot for the Hockey Player
“Seriously?”
I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, totally serious.“Of course.He notarized it and everything.It was an official document.”
“An official fuck-buddy contract.”
“We didn’t call it that.We called it an intimacy arrangement, but yes.”
His low, gritty chuckle had me squeezing my thighs together and squirming.And when he moved his hand below the covers, past my navel, and between my legs, all I could do was part them for him.
“Neither of us ever invalidated the contract,” I went on, my breath coming out shaky as he pushed one finger between my pussy lips.“H-he didn’t have time to date, and neither did I.We got together a couple of times a week for sex and studying over the course of four years, and that was it.No gifts were ever exchanged.No pet names, and we never told the other person we loved them, because we didn’t.We were compatible in bed, and compatible as friends and study partners, but I never saw him as anything else.”
“This sounds so … business like.”
“He did get a degree in business while I got mine in criminology.We just had very clear plans for our future, and getting tangled up with matters of the heart was in neither of our scopes.His breakup with his son’s mother was rough, and I was healing from the damage of Cyrus.We knew we needed to work on ourselves and would ultimately be terrible partners.”
“How … mature of you?”
I snickered at the way he formed it as a question.“I like to think so.”
“So do we need an ‘intimacy arrangement’document?Do you think Ballard would notarize it for us?”His middle finger began slow, erotic circles around my clit.
“You tell me.Do you plan to date or sleep with other people?”
“No.”
“What about sleepovers?”
“I’d love to have a slumber party with you.We could stay up late, hide under the covers with a flashlight telling ghost stories, have a pillow fight, crank call our teachers.”
I rolled my eyes.“You’ve already met my kids.”My breath hitched a little when he dipped that finger a bit lower and swirled it around my center.
“I have, and they’re great.You haven’t met mine yet though.”
My body went ice cold.“Do you—”
“I’m kidding.”His finger made its way back to my clit and began its circles again.“Jeez, give me some credit.I wouldn’tabandona child to come live on the island for months and not tell anyone about it.”
Right.He was decent like that.
“I don’t think we need a formal agreement,” he said.
It was getting harder and harder to concentrate on anything besides his finger.
He dropped his mouth to my nipple, tugging down the covers.“Unless you want one.”He glanced up at me, his finger still moving, lips still sucking.
Now I was having areallyhard time focusing.“Uh … sorry, what?”
That made him grin.“Hard time concentrating?”
“Little bit.”
“I like that I can do that to you.”He moved over to the other breast while using his free hand to gently tug and tease the hard nipple he’d just had in his mouth.“Do …you…” in between each word he pulled my nipple up a little and released it with a hard, wet pop, before capturing it again, “think … we … need … a … relationship … agreement?”he asked again.
I shuddered as he picked up speed with his finger and twirled his talented tongue around my now hard, achy nipple.
“No,” I breathed.“Just … just don’t break my kids’ hearts.”
His gaze fixed on mine, the gold whorls hypnotizing me like an oscillating pocket watch.“I’ll do my best.”
