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“It’s not that flashy or expensive.” Not compared to the cars my teammates drive. Although next to Flip’s ride, my Mercedes is pretty sweet.
“You should go.” She motions to the windshield.
I slide a hand under her hair and curve my palm around the back of her neck. “Come here.”
“What?”
I lean in and tug her toward me, but she resists. “I want your lips.”
“What if people see us?”
“The windows are tinted. Come here, Bea.” I caress her cheek with my thumb.
She relents, and I claim her lips. I curve my other hand around the front of her throat, and she moans.
“I would finger-fuck you right here if there wasn’t a police car parked across the street,” I say against her lips.
She wrenches her mouth free. “What? Where?”
“Maybe I should anyway.” I drop my hand to her thigh and bite the edge of her jaw.
“Fuck that. I don’t want an indecent-exposure charge.”
“I’m kidding, Bea. There’s no police. But I wouldn’t mind fucking you in my car sometime.” Then it would smell like her, and I’d have that memory until I traded in my car. Or maybe I’d keep it forever.
“That would probably be tragically awkward.” She fastens her seat belt.
“You’re bendy. We’d make it work.” I adjust my hard-on and signal into traffic.
“What’s the plan? Are we going to a hotel so we can order room service and fuck like bunnies?”
“That’s later. I have something else planned first.” Do I want to be inside her? Absolutely. But I want this time with her more.
“I’m still in my work clothes, though. And we can’t go out in public. You’re way too recognizable, and people would take pictures. Then Flip would find out. We can’t have sex if he kills you, or me, or both of us. Besides, I haven’t found an apartment yet—not that I would need it if Flip killed me.”
I push down the guilt over the lies we’re telling, and the uncomfortable feeling that comes with having to hide what’s going on. “Don’t worry. We’re not going out in public, and the place we’re staying is private, so you don’t have to worry about Flip.” A few times over the past week I’ve considered what would happen if I told Flip. He’d be pissed off at first, but eventually he’d get over it. Wouldn’t he?
But I don’t want to put that on Bea, or strain their relationship. Not with her parents hours away and her best friend in Vancouver. Besides, I don’t have a great track record with actual relationships, and I can’t imagine she’d want more from me than fun between the sheets and maybe the occasional secret date night. Hopefully she wants that.
She seems to relax a little. “So where exactly are we going before we get our fuck on?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“A surprise?” She shifts in her seat, angling her body toward me, eyes lit up with excitement. “Can I guess?”
“If you want.” I like this. Making her happy feels good.
She taps her lips as we drive across town. That I pulled this off is a damn miracle.
“Are you taking me to an escape room?”
“No. Not an escape room.”
“Drive-in movie?”
I snort.
She bites the end of her finger. “So, it’s not in public, and it’s not an escape room or a movie. What about a virtual experience? Like a virtual sex show or something.”
“I don’t know if those things exist, and even if they do, we could just get those VR headsets and watch it in the privacy of a hotel room,” I point out.
She keeps lobbing ridiculous ideas at me, and I keep knocking them down until we arrive at the restaurant. It’s cozy, with only twelve tables, but they have the most amazing dining experience and a chef who’s also a certified dietician. She’s worked for some of the best hockey players out there. She retired a few years ago and opened this place. It’s by reservation only. I park in the back and get out of the car, rounding the hood in time to open Bea’s door.
“Are we playing underground poker or something?”
“Nope. You’re out of guesses. Come on.” I extend my hand.
She stares at it for a few seconds before she finally takes it. I lead her down the stairs.
“Please tell me you’re not taking me to some secret underground sex club,” she says when I knock on the door.
I snort. “No one touches you but me.”
“And Essie. She’s my cuddle friend.”
I make a noise in the back of my throat. Can’t say I was sorry to see Essie go.
The door opens, and Eliza Van Horn smiles widely. “Right on time, Tristan. Come on in.” She ushers us inside and turns her bright smile on Bea. “And this must be Beatrix. I’ve heard such lovely things about you.”
Bea’s gaze shifts to me and back to Eliza. “Really?” She extends her hand. “That’s, uh… It’s nice to meet you. I go by Rix mostly.” She side-eyes me. “Or sometimes Bea.”
