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And he sure as hell didn’t have to tell me twice.

I leaned back a bit, sinking into the massage he worked up and down my back. My head fell forward, and I only had half-a-mind when I smoothed my dress back down over my thighs. I groaned as he dug his thumbs into my lower back. I drew in a deep breath through my nose as he massaged my neck, working his hands around the underside of my jaw to touch every single muscle he overworked.

That was until his movements stopped abruptly. “Did you say, way to break things in?”

“Huh?”

His hands disappeared, and I cursed myself for ever saying anything as he walked around to me and stood. His fingers gripped my chin as he led my half-hooded gaze up to his.

“Brynn,” he said, his coach voice slowly pulling me from the pleasure that almost drowned me, “tell me you’re not a virgin.”

Shit.

His eyes grew hard as he gripped my chin a bit tighter. His voice lowered. “Brynn, tell me I didn’t just take something from you.”

But before I could even open my mouth to tell him that he didn’t take anything I didn’t want to freely give him, a rhythmic clicking sound echoed down the hallway.

And I sure as hell didn’t have to peek out to know who was coming toward us.

23

COLTON

“Shit,” I hissed as I quickly stepped back.

Both of us moved as quick as lightning to try and fix ourselves up. Brynn pulled out her bun and redid it with a fanciful flick of her wrist. I swear, I didn’t know half of the magic women used on their bodies. How they got those towels to stay on their heads after showers? How they did braids in their hair with lines and shit? They were goddesses of magic as far as I was concerned.

But the clicking of Victoria’s heels down the hallway jumped me into gear.

There was no way in hell we could cover the fact that we were on a date, but we sure as hell could cover the fact that I’d just face-fucked that woman’s daughter in my office. Goddamn it, no wonder that pussy of hers was so tight. How the hell Brynn was still a virgin was beyond me.

Jesus fuck, I owed her… something. An apology. An explanation. A… tutorial.

The guilt hit me somewhere around the sternum and sat there like a brick. Twenty-six years old and she’d never been with a man. Not because she couldn’t have been. Because she’d been too busy putting her whole goddamn life on hold for other people. And the first time someone got close enough — the first time she let someone in, it was me. In my office. On my lunch break. Like some kind of sloppy, impatient animal who didn’t stop to think about the fact that this woman might need something different than what I’d been giving her.

I wanted to throw the food out the fucking window and ask her about it right then and there. But Victoria’s heels were already close, and Brynn had that quick-thinking look on her face that told me she’d already moved on to problem-solving mode.

So I didn’t push it. But I made myself a promise right there: dinner. Saturday. I was going to say everything that needed saying. And then I was going to do everything right that I’d done half-assed the first time. She deserved that. She deserved a man who took his time with her. Who made sure she understood exactly what she was walking into before she walked into it.

No wonder I had to coach her through the whole damn blowjob.

And yet, it was the hottest thing I’d ever done. Which said something, because I’d been around the block a time or two. Hey, coaching hockey on a professional level was stressful as fuck, and there are only so many outlets we’re allowed. And as I watched Brynn quickly place all of our food back on my desk, she pointed to my desktop as her voice dropped to a whisper.

“Don’t turn on the light, but turn the light on your computer all the way up. It’ll cast enough light that she won’t be suspicious.”

I nodded. “Good thinking.”

While I fucked around with the display light on my computer, she somehow put herself back together in a picture-perfect version of a fucking angel. I raked my hands through my hair before she came over, our anxiety being timed by her mother’s fucking footsteps as they paused down the hallway.

“Here, you’ve got something… there,” she whispered as she wiped a dollop of her out of my stubbly beard.

My cock already pulsed with unrelenting need, and I didn’t even try to hide what happened next. While she wiped at my beard, I shoved my hand into my pants, pulling my erection against my body, and shifted my jeans so that it wouldn’t look like anything.

Brynn giggled. “Struggling?”

I locked my stare with hers. “You have no idea.”

She swallowed hard as she looked up at me. Her cheeks burned with all sorts of unanswered questions and promises, but when her mother’s clicking started back up, she quickly backed away. I smoothed my hands down my shirt as she quickly wrapped back around my desk, sitting in the chair I just christened with her body only moments ago.