"If we weren't expected at this gala soon, I would strip this dress off your body, ruin your hair, and fuckyou so hard that you'd be unable to sit down for a week."
She smooths a hand against my chest, two bright pink circles burning in her face. "You're talking a good game, but..."
Fuck her lipstick. I haul her close to me, breathing in her vanilla and citrus scent, and plunder her mouth. She moans and kisses me back, her fingers tugging my hair, her dress sliding up her thighs so she can wrap a leg around my hips. I dip her backward, kissing a trail down her neck, collarbone, right into the swell of her cleavage.
Fuck, I'm so hard right now that my cock could drill through a wall of diamonds. And Mollie slips her hand between our bodies, brushing her fingers against it.
"Fuck," I breathe. I'm about to say fuck the gala. But my phone chimes with a message.
And that's enough to make her back away, patting at her lips. She's breathing hard as she says, "We should... um..."
"Right." I adjust my cock as I check my phone, my head still buzzing.
It's always like being electrified when I touch Mollie.
I groan when I read the notification. "The car's here."
Mollie lifts an eyebrow. "Car?"
"Yep. I have to drink to get through these things, so I'm going to be responsible and let someone else drive." I nod to the door. "You ready?"
"I am." She slips her sweater on and secures her purse. As we walk to where the car waits, she slides me an amused look. "I'm assuming that we'll want to play it cool at the gala."
I usher her into the backseat and go around. "I think that would be the best. We don't need your brother having a cardiac emergency because we can't keep our hands to ourselves."
"Beck's going to be there?" She wrinkles her nose. "I was really hoping to tease you a little bit. With my brother breathing down my neck, that seems unwise."
"I don't think I can handle any teasing. Not from you, especially not dressed like that."
She grins. "Don't make it sound more tempting. I'll break."
"You have no idea how much I simultaneously want that to happen and can't risk it. My cock can only get so hard."
She looks away out her window with a coy smile. What a brat.
I'll be revisiting this moment after we get home.
The charity gala is held downtown at the Four Seasons. It has done what hotels do for events like this: filled every surface with flowers that cost more than some people’s first cars, lowered the lights to the specific dim that makes everyone look like they're in a perfume commercial, and put a string quartet in the corner that nobody listens to.
The NHL went all out on the event, splashing ‘All-Stars Under the Stars’ on every conceivable surface, gift bag, table decoration, and even on printed flagsstuck in the canapés. I'm not surprised; the NHL has money, but money can't buy taste.
Pressing my big hand to the small of Mollie's back, I direct her as we arrive. She leaves her sweater with the coat check, which I personally am against.
Anyone who looks at this girl for more than two seconds gets a glare and a growl from me. I must be pretty obvious, because she presses up on her tiptoes and whispers into my ear. "You aren't very good at playing it cool."
"I don't like all these men staring at you," I mutter.
She rolls her eyes. "You picked the dress, Alex."
I did, but I didn't exactly plan on how distracting it would be. Before I can come up with a witty retort, Theo and Connor find us.
"Look at you," Theo says, his gaze on Mollie's figure. "You look amazing."
Mollie flushes with pleasure. "Thanks, Theo. You clean up pretty well yourself.”
The very last thing I want to do is move away from her, but I drop my hand from her back and give Theo and Connor a hard nod.
Connor's gaze slides between me and Mollie, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face. "’Sup, Captain. Are you two..." He gestures with two fingers. "Here together?"
