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“Did I forget to say make yourself at home?” She gives me a confused look as she reaches for the wine glass sitting on the coffee table in front of her.
“No, you said it.”
She furrows her brow. “Huh. Weird. I was hoping you like to take your shirt off at home.”
“I see.” I drain the last of the Guinness and set my bottle on the end table next to the chair I’m sitting in, adjacent to the couch. “I do like to take off my shirt when I’m at home. And sometimes more.”
“Perfect.”
“You don’t beat around the bush, do you?” I ask as I stand up, unbutton my shirt, and shrug it off my shoulders.
She eyes my bare chest, her smile slowly spreading. “I…what?”
Instead of sitting back down, I drape my shirt over the chair, walk towards the couch and sit down beside her.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Abby.” I put my hand on her knee, which is so small my palm covers it entirely.
“Thank you.”
“I’d love to spend tonight with you doing all the dirty things we’re both imagining right now.”
Her eyes sparkle as she leans forward and sets the glass back on the table. “Perfect.”
“But—”
“Ah, crap.” Her shoulders slump in defeat. “You’re not about to ask me to pee on you, are you?”
My eyes widen in surprise. “Pee on me? Uh, no, please don’t.”
“What is it, then? Pain? Footlong strap-ons? Group sex?”
I clear my throat, trying not to laugh. “I actually left my footlong strap-on at home tonight.”
“You’re laughing at me.”
“I…might be,” I admit.
“You said but.” She points in my direction. “That usually means, ‘good thing you’re sitting down, this is about to get freaky.’”
“Does it?”
“You’re a professional athlete. I wasn’t thinking about what that means for me.”
“And what does it mean?”
She shakes her head and gives me a weak smile. “That you’re probably used to making two women come while simultaneously swinging from a chandelier.”
I laugh at the visual. “Nah, that sounds way to tame for me.”
“I’m serious, Luca.”
I sit back, enjoying her earnestness. “I can see that.”
“I’m not a groupie.”
“Good, because I’m not into them.”
“Do hockey players have groupies?”
I shrug. “Some do, sure.”
She gathers her long, wavy blond hair in both hands and lays it all over one shoulder.
“Is it hot in here?” she asks, fanning herself with her hand.
My pants tighten around my crotch as I watch her, my erection reminding me to hurry the fuck up. She really is the most beautiful woman I’ve been around in a long time.
“Not really. Might be the wine. And that’s actually what my but was about.”
“Okay, I’ll let you finish your but this time. No interruptions.”
“I was gonna say, ‘but I need to know you’re sober enough to agree to this and not regret it tomorrow.’”
A single note of laughter bubbles out of her. “Regret you? I seriously doubt that, Luca. Unless you ask me to fist you or something, I guarantee I won’t regret this.”
Damn. This woman is so confident and direct. It turns me on hard.
“Well, I guarantee I’m not into fisting.”
“Good.” She eyes my chest as she slides out of her jacket, revealing long, toned arms.
I force myself not to respond to her unspoken invitation just yet.
“Also, I want to be upfront about the fact that I’m not looking for a relationship.”
Abby cringes. “Ugh, me either.”
“Really?”
“I’m just in town for work. Let’s have a night of fun and then go back to our regularly scheduled lives in the morning.”
“And you’re not married?”
Something flickers across her face, but she shakes her head. “No. You?”
“Never married and not planning on it anytime soon.”
I take her expression when I asked if she was married to mean she’s recently divorced. But hey, a woman trying to work an ex out of her system is okay by me.
“In that case—” I’m cut off by Abby climbing onto my lap, unzipping her skirt in the back so she can hike it up around her hips.
She moans softly as she rubs herself against my thick cock. I slide my hands up the backs of her thighs and grip her ass, pressing her against my shaft. Feels like fucking heaven.
It’s been a few months since I got laid, and my whole body responds to Abby’s lips on my neck. I take in her soft, sweet scent as she kisses me. I let one of my hands roam up her back, my fingertips trailing over her spine, and into her hair, which I’ve been wanting to touch since the moment I laid eyes on her.
Abby pulls back, her eyes wide with alarm. “Do you have condoms?”
“I’ve got a couple, yeah.”
She exhales with relief and then shimmies off my lap. “Want to go into the bedroom?”
“Yes, please.”
On the way from one room to the other, Abby wiggles out of her skirt and pulls her sleeveless shirt off over her head. Her body is lithe and so damn sexy. My cock is throbbing just from looking at her.
