Page 32 of Dirty Pucking Player

I’m a fucking idiot for giving into this attraction.

It’s a mistake I’m sure I’ll pay for later. But right now, I can’t worry about it. I can’t let the reality of our situation seep into my thoughts. Not with her soft, willing body pressed to mine and her moans falling into my mouth. Not with her groping hands and desperate gasps.

I groan and shift her until her back hits the glass, pinning her against the cool surface. The neon lights of the Strip flash behind her, illuminating her in an almost ethereal glow.

This is stupid.

She’s my coach, and I’m already on thin ice with Bob and the league. The last thing I should be doing is breaking the rules like this—breaking this rule. But there’s just something about Greer Waterson that drives me mad. In so many ways.

Arguing with her is the best foreplay I’ve ever experienced. And we’ve been building to this since the moment we met. Every snide comment. Every witty retort. Every wisecrack. They’ve all been nothing more than a sexual dance designed to get us to this point.

This woman is wicked smart and funny, and she’s willing to stand up to me and the other players, some who are even more hostile—like the fucker who made the comment that got her here tonight.

I can see how hard she tries to keep it all together, to carry the weight of her position with her head held high and pretending nothing affects her. But it does, and she can’t keep going it alone.

She’s one of the strongest and most frustrating women I ever met, and that’s like a shot of heroin into my bloodstream. It’s something I’ve never had. Something I didn’t know I wanted or needed. Something so deadly and dangerous, I never would have even considered it a possibility.

And now that I’ve had a taste, I want it all.

I want to explore every inch of her. Experience all that drive, all that passion directed at me in a positive way instead of through hostility. I want Greer under me and over me, giving all that she has to me, the same way I give all that I have on the ice.

I want Greer in my bed.

Right.

Fucking.

Now.

I force myself to pull back from her sweet lips and stare down into her lust-soaked, evergreen eyes. Our chests heave against each other, both of us struggling for air from the kiss that just threw my entire world off its axis.

Greer shakes her head slightly, and her vision seems to clear. She presses her hands against my chest and pushes.

I take a step back. Then another.

She squeezes her eyes shut. One of her shaking hands shifts back through her disheveled hair and tugs at it. “What the hell are we doing?”

The moment is gone.

Lost to the reality of the position we’re in.

I take another step back, and she slowly opens her eyes, as if doing it that way will somehow make what just happened disappear. As if I won’t still be standing in front of her with a raging hard-on and desire coursing through my veins.

Her gaze that only moments ago was filled with lust is now glazed with panic. “No. No. No.” She squeezes her eyes shut again and sucks in a deep breath. “Shit.” When she opens her eyes, there’s a renewed purpose there. A determination that wasn’t present only a second ago. She presses her hand over her quivering lips and then drops it to her side. “I’m sorry, Bash. I can’t.”

Shit.

I rub my eyes and open my mouth with no idea what to say for maybe the first time in my entire life, but she brushes past me and bolts out of the door before I have a chance to utter a single word.

Not that I know what I would’ve said. Because…she’s right. She should leave.

This is stupid and dangerous. This is the kind of thing that will get her fired, even though both of us made the decision to let this happen.

Christ…

I reach down and adjust my hard cock in my sweatpants. It felt so fucking good to have her pressed against me. Like it was exactly where I needed to be. I lick my lips. Her taste still lingers there—a sweet combination of mint and something sugary, like she just brushed her teeth then ate a piece of butterscotch candy.

My dick throbs and twitches. There will be no sleeping tonight. Not now that this memory lives and breathes in my brain.

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