Page 31 of The Good Girl Next Door

“I am chill, especially now that the Ice Queen has graced—”

I grab him by his collar, shoving him hard against the wall as heat rises everywhere.

“You so much as look at Prudence again, and I’ll have Liam call for a priest.” I jerk my head to my left before leveling another hard stare at the wide-eyed winger. “It will be too late for a doctor.”

His mouth bobs open and then closes. Best decision he could’ve made. I let him go and then head for Prudence, gliding across the ice in record time as Liam laughs behind me.

“How lucky am I?” I say, stopping in front of the glass. “I thought I wouldn’t see you until tonight.”

“Ginny let me go early, so I figured I’d stop by to see you before I headed home.”

A growl lodges in my throat as I take in the length of Prudence. “You’re so sexy.”

She snorts. “I’m wearing an oversized hoodie and jeans.”

I press my hand against the glass. “Doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, Pru. Everything about you drives me wild.”

She curls a finger, beckoning me closer.

“I’ll let you in on a secret,” she whispers.

I press my forehead against the glass. “Tell me.”

“I’m not wearing anything underneath it.”

She tugs at the sweatshirt and I see the outline of her tits, nipples poking the fabric like pebbles. “Jesus, Pru. Are you asking to get fucked in a supply closet? Because if you do that again, I’ll break this glass and drag you into the nearest room.”

Her lips curl into a smile. “What if I am?”

I hammer the glass with my fist, once, twice, and a third time as it rattles. “Bad fucking girl.”

“I guess you rubbed off on me.”

I snort. “In more ways than one. Isn’t that right, Pru?”

She swallows and then nods. “Come find me,” she says before spinning around and heading back up the stairs.

I cross the ice like I’m chasing down a goal. Guess I am. I’ll find her. Show her what happens when she teases me like that.

The next fifteen minutes are a blur as I strip, shower, change, and leave the locker room in record time. I’m charging through the building, searching for Prudence. I’ve torn through half the building until the possibility rises in my head.

Could she?

My footfalls echo through the empty hallway as I start sprinting.

Would she?

I’m closing in on the door. Every hair on my body is on end as I approach it. I turn the knob, push the door open, and there she is, sitting on Coach’s desk and waiting for me.

My good girl’s definitely gone bad.

My chest rises and falls as I say her name in one long breathy exhale.

“I thought you’d never find me.”

I tear at the collar of my cotton shirt, fabric ripping as I stretch my neck. Her voice may be sweet, but I know how filthy her mouth can get. Can’t wait to feel its wet warmth wrapped around me.

I step into the office, kicking the door shut behind me. Prudence jumps at the sound. “There’s no way you can hide from me, Pru.”

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