Page 32 of The Goalie in Room 1

My word vomit stole my vision. Everything whited out and my breath grew short. A hand—Thad’s hand unless Davina had large manly hands—wrapped around my thigh just above my knee and squeezed. More monotone words hummed around me unintelligibly. The only thing that stood out was the low, rumbly voice and then the sound of a door opening and closing.

The chair moved, startling me, but that low rumble began again along with the squeezing of my thighs. Both of them this time. The squeezing changed to a massaging rub. The big, strong hands moved from knee to upper thigh. The higher they moved, the more aware I became until my eyes caught sight of the sexy silver fox doctor kneeling between my splayed legs.

“There you are,” he whispered, his voice soft and comforting.

Unable to deal with the emotions, I cut the tension by coming onto the man. “You look good on your knees before me, Doc. I could get used to this sight.”

“Fuck,” he swore through a burst of laughter. His forehead dropped to my knee. The good one. As if he knew exactly which knee could handle the added weight. He probably did, but it still struck a chord.

And if his head being close to my dick while the man knelt between my legs didn’t already have me hard as a rock, the kiss he pressed to my knee would’ve. I groaned, my head falling back on my shoulders while I threaded my fingers through his thick, wavy, dark-brown hair.

He froze in place. Several heartbeats—a shit ton of heartbeats really, given how fast my heart thundered—later, he lifted his head, propping his chin on my knee to look up at me. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I have to disagree. I’d like you to do it again and again and again, only I want us both naked with you kissing a whole fucking lot more than my knee.”

He stood, leaning back against the desk behind him. His dick, hard and pressing against the fly of his dress pants, put on a show and made my mouth water. All I would have to do was scoot forward, open his pants, and I could have him in my mouth. His flavor painting my tongue. The smell of him filling my nose.

Impulse overtook common sense, and my body followed the thoughts playing on repeat. I slid forward and my hands lifted to grip his belt buckle. His hands covered mine, his eyes meeting mine while he held my hands in place, right above the outline of his hard cock.

A knock sounded at the door. “Dr. Vale?”

I lifted my brow, and he swore softly under his breath before calling out, “Give us a minute, Davina.”

“We’re heading out to lunch. I’ll finish going over Mr. Benjamin’s paperwork⁠—”

He moved away from me to open the door. “It’s all right, Davina. I will get him up to speed. He’s a friend of a friend.”

“If you’re sure⁠—”

“I am. Take everyone to lunch on the office. We don’t have anything pressing this afternoon.”

She thanked him profusely, and he shut the door.

“Hmm…I like this. A secret rendezvous with a sexy doctor in his business manager’s office after he sent them out to lunch,” I said, rising to my feet, carefully picking my way around the furniture between him and me.

“Jesus, fuck, kid.”

“Yes. Doc. Jesus wants you to fuck this kid. Just tell me how and where and I’ll drop trou.”

“You’re a fucking brat.”

I stepped closer. The pressure of his warm open hand over the center of my chest did nothing to deter me. I gripped his neck, pulling him closer. His mouth hovered, his eyes dropping. My cock fucking throbbed at the thought of how this big, sexy silver fox could take me apart and put me back together.

With a growl, our mouths met. I couldn’t say who made the decision or the move, but the man kissed me without hesitation. He took ownership of my mouth—teeth, tongue, lips—they all worked together perfectly to rob me of thought and sense. Instinct, lust, or a combination of the two, had me pressing into him, one hand buried and fisted in the thick, soft hair on the back of his head while the other wedged between our bodies to trace the outline of his cock.

Thad’s rock-hard shaft jumped under my hand, and I moaned. My fingers found the zipper pull. I wanted him in my mouth. I needed him gagging and choking me with his impressive length. I needed to taste and smell him. I tugged on the zipper. The sound of the metal separating filled the spaced between us, along with the ragged breaths as we panted. My hand slipped inside the open⁠—

I stumbled back. Thad’s hand was in the center of my chest. He’d pushed me away, wrenching our mouths apart.

He stood before me, gulping air, reminding me of a guppy I’d once seen at a pet shop where my dad bought the mice he fed the terrifying snakes he’d kept before he’d gone to prison. Refusing to let the terror of my childhood enter the conversation or my already fucked-up equilibrium—thanks, word of the day app for that one—I gave myself a mental shake and focused on the here and now.

His outstretched palm pressed into my chest as I closed, or tried to, the space he held between us.

“We cannot⁠—”

“Nuh-uh, Doc. Nope. We’re not going there.”

He zipped his pants and dragged his hands through his hair. “It’s unethical.”