Page 1 of Press Your Luck

PROLOGUE

Naomi

It’s amazing how much of your other senses you experience when your sight is gone. It’s one thing to close your eyes, but to be blindfolded is a whole new level of eroticism.

My sense of sound was heightened, my ears filled with the whispering movement of the sheets as Pierce moved on the bed. The scent of him, musky with a hint of ice, which might seem weird, but since I’d spent so much of my life in an ice rink, smelling it on Pierce created a sense of excitement and familiarity.

Of course, of all senses, the sense of touch was the one that stood out.

I felt like my entire body had been stuck in a light socket. Every neuron in my body was firing, my blood was burning, and my skin was humming as Peirce did the most pleasurable things to my body.

How did I get here, in a hotel room with the coach of the rival hockey team, letting him do sinful things to me?

I knew how I got here. I got here because I let him goad me into it. I blame my competitive nature. He bet me that I was too scared to give into desire, and I'd fallen into his trap.

Or that was what I was telling myself because the reality was that despite the fact that he was my rival and that he was so much older than me, and the billion other reasons that I should avoid him, Pierce was a sexy, irresistible man.

It was likely because of his age that he was so masterful with his hands. I’d followed hockey all my life, and I knew he’d been a star at one time. Being a kid, I wouldn’t have known the life of a hockey player off the ice, but now, grown up, I knew that women, or puck bunnies as we called them, threw themselves at players like Pierce.

I had no doubt that he’d honed his skills with many, many puck bunnies. If I were the jealous type, I might have been bothered by that. Right then, I was happy to be on the receiving end of such fantastic skill.

His hands finished exploring my body, and then he started all over using his mouth, first on my lips and then trailing down along my jaw to my neck and my collarbone, then my breasts.

The further down my body he went, the more the need coiled tight inside my body. My hips gyrated in a rhythm set by Pierce.

"You're so fucking wet for me."

I arched and groaned at his words. "Don't tease me."

"I'm not teasing. I'm savoring."

A new flood of heat washed through me. I was young, but I was no virgin. At the same time, I'd never been with a man like Pierce. Oh, sure, some of them knew what they were doing in bed, but Pierce's combination of experience, dirty talk, and sex appeal was driving me mad. That and the blindfold which put me at his mercy.

He slid his hands underneath my buttocks, settling his shoulders between my thighs, and then his mouth was on me.

Holy moly. One of my hands gripped the sheets and the other held his head to me as his mouth and tongue did obscene things to my pussy. "Oh, my God."

His tongue flicked over my clit, and I whimpered as it sent me hurtling to the edge, but not over. I had entered that moment of exquisite torture. I needed to come. So badly.

His mouth pulled away, and I increased my grip on his head. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."

I wasn't sure whether he chuckled or groaned, but either way, his tongue slid inside my pussy, lapping at the sensitive walls as his thumb pressed against my clit, and I went soaring.

Wave after wave of sensation rocked my body as he continued to lick and suck until finally, everything in me went slack and boneless.

My hand shook as I reached up to remove the tie he’d used to blindfold me.

"Not yet." His fingers wrapped around my wrists and brought them over my head as he spread his long, firm body over me. "Stop fighting me. Give in. Let go."

"Is this your way of trying to control me? Do you have a problem with a powerful woman?"

His impressive body settled over mine, pressing me into the mattress as his dick teased my entrance. Sparks flared over my skin again, and my pussy roared to life, needing to feel him inside me.

I did my best to hide my body’s reaction. I didn’t need him knowing just how much control over my body he had.

"This isn't about me trying to control you. It's about your allowing somebody else to have control. It's your choice, Naomi. Give yourself this moment. Give me the opportunity to drive you wild with pleasure. I promise you won't regret it."

Oh, how I wanted to surrender control. Ever since taking the job of coaching the Silver Nuggets’ minor-league hockey team, I've had to exert the strongest control.

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