Page 73 of Press Your Luck

The line was quiet for a moment. I wondered if I was about to be fired. It sure would solve a lot of problems if I was.

"I know full well that the team is winning because of your coaching, Naomi. If you remember, I was the one who hired you. And when I did, the entire hockey community thought I was a fool. I'm sorry if this hurts you, but no one can see how good you are if they don’t come to the games."

I was exhausted by all of this. "But they are coming to the games now, and we’re winning. Surely, that's enough.”

"Naomi, I didn't plant the story. You are a story in and of itself. If you don't want people talking about your private life, then you need to stay home. What are you doing with Pierce Jackson, anyway? You’re supposed to be home now."

I didn't want to talk about what was going on with me and Pierce because to be honest, I wasn't quite sure. "From now on, any press that you or anyone on the team does can't be about my private life. Promise me that."

"Like I said, Naomi, I'm not the cause of this. If you want to deny seeing Pierce, I'm okay with that."

"What about Max and Big Ed?"

"You can deny it all if you want."

“I think I will.” I said goodbye and hung up the phone. I wanted to call all the reporters and tell them the truth, but I realized it wouldn't matter. At this point, I’d let the lie go on so long, they would assume my denial was untrue.

When I returned to the table, Pierce’s eyes watched me closely. "Are you all right?"

"It's just been a long day. I'm exhausted."

He nodded. "Then we’ll head back to the hotel."

I expected Porter to fuss because we hadn't yet gone onto the beach, but he was busy eating an ice cream sundae. When he finished, we returned to the car and headed back to the hotel.

We said our goodbyes at our hotel room doors. I entered my room, heading to the bathroom to clean up and put on my pajamas. Then I climbed into bed. I was so tired and yet sleep wouldn't come.

I don't know how long I tossed and turned when my phone beeped with a message. Reaching over to the side table, I picked it up.

Porter’s crashed out,but I can't sleep.

It was Pierce.I texted back that I couldn't sleep either. Then as an afterthought, I texted asking if he wanted to come over.

A second later, there was a knock on the adjoining door. I got out of bed and opened the door. Pierce stood in lounge pants and a T-shirt, and in that moment, he was the sexiest man I'd ever seen. Without saying anything, I put my arms around him and crushed my lips to his.

He let out a sexy growl as he banded his arm around me and lifted, carrying me into the room. He pulled his door shut and then tumbled with me onto the bed and rolled us until I was on top.

“Tell me you want me.” His expression was cocky, and yet I swore I saw vulnerability in his eyes.

I sat up, straddling him as I ran my hands under his shirt. “I want you. Do you want me?”

He gripped my hips and moved me until my pussy was over his hardness. “You tell me.” He was hard, and I rocked over him even though deep down, I wished we weren’t just talking about sex. I wanted more than sex. He’d told me before that he wanted to pursue this chemistry, but that didn’t mean he wanted more than sex.

He levered up, sliding his hands underneath my shirt and tugging it off. He unclasped my bra, and once it was tossed aside, he buried his face in my breasts. He sucked and kneaded my nipples, extra-sensitive now with the pregnancy. It was driving me mad, and I rocked faster over him as need coursed through my veins.

“I need to be inside you.”

“I need that too.” My hands flew over our clothes, getting us both undressed. He lay underneath me naked, looking like an Adonis. My hands roamed to discover his body, the hard planes of his chest, the six-pack of his abs, the velvet over steel of his dick.

I moved down, desperate to taste him.

“Fuck, Naomi... I don’t know if I’ll last.”

I pushed his hands away and sucked in the tip of his cock, running my tongue over the soft tip.

He groaned and arched, his dick pressing further in my mouth. I lapped at his length and then sucked hard.

“Yes... fuck, that’s good.”

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