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“Everleigh, I want you to know something.” Gunnar leaned against the wall. “The day that I accidentally called you, when I was at that pool party—”
I held up my hand. “I know what those parties are all about Gunnar. You don’t owe me an explanation.”
He shoved his hands into his pockets. “I know I don’t owe you an explanation, but I think that there might have been a misunderstanding. And I like things to be clear.”
“Go on.” Gunnar was proving once again that he was different.
“You broke things off with me. And I get why, I really do. But I think that we’re better than that.”
This was not going the direction I thought it would. “Better than what?”
“Our connection, Everleigh. Sometimes I think it might be worth taking the risk, and I was hoping that you would start to see things the same way. I haven’t been with a woman since that day in your office. I can’t. There’s no woman in the world that can come after you.”
My heart softened and I took a step toward Gunnar to take the baker’s box from his hands. I tossed it onto the table next to my car keys and moved close enough to the right winger that I could smell him. The urge to reach for the top button on his jeans was intense, so instead I reached for his shoulders. “You know that we can’t be together, Gunnar.” I looked into his eyes and he met mine briefly before shifting down to his shoes. “We had fun together and…” I let my fingertips trail to his top button, “we didn’t cross the line.”
“I think we did.” He gulped. “Just because I didn’t get the chance to make love to you doesn’t mean that what we did was nothing.”
My mind flashed back to the office and Gunnar’s hands on my thighs, as I fisted his hair, squeezing his head with my thighs. I’d come on top of my executive desk.
“You’re the boss, Everleigh.” Gunnar’s voice was low.
I slipped my fingers into the waistband of his jeans, my knuckles brushing against the lower half of his eight-pack. “I know. And the boss doesn’t get to play with the players.”
He stiffened. “So fire me.”
It was the hottest thing I’d ever heard, and with a quick flick of my thumb, the button of his 501s popped open. “Consider yourself fired.”
Gunnar grinned, and I couldn’t help but let out a squeal as he scooped me up in his arms and kicked off his shoes. “Grab those fucking strawberries.” He paused where I tossed the box onto the table so I could pick it up, and then took the stairs two and a time.
“Which one’s yours?” He wasn’t even breathing hard after rushing up the stairs, and his voice was low and warm against my earlobe.
“The end of the hallway.” I pointed to the bedroom with my toe and held on tightly as he sprinted down the hallway, then tossed me onto my king-sized bed. “Just this once,” I murmured breathy as I shimmied out of my skirt and Gunnar stepped out of his jeans. He crawled over me, hovering in the most impressive plank, close enough that I could feel his warmth. I arched my back in an effort to get our bodies to come closer together.
Gunnar lowered himself down to whisper in my ear, but his body still wasn’t where I wanted it – on top of mine. It reminded me of our first kiss months earlier. We’d been in the hallway outside my office after he’d helped me change the tire on my car. He had just lingered there, his breath tickling my jawbone, while every part of my body had been screaming at me to grab him and bring his lips to mine. He’d been waiting for me to make the first move, but just like in negotiations, I’d waited. And it worked. His body had slammed into mine, and he’d pressed me against the cold brick wall of the King Coliseum. It wasn’t the first moment of tension between us, but it was the first one we’d given in to, and it had led to a series of excuses for us to meet together in my office.
Now, in the bedroom of my city home, he was doing it again. But this time, we were going to go further. I was finally going to feel Gunnar Lockwood inside of me. I don’t know how I knew, I just did. His body pressed against mine wasn’t enough anymore. I needed him deeper; I needed to feel him in a way I’d never felt him before. And I was going to make sure that it happened.
Did he feel the same way? If the rasping of his breath and the tremble in his solid arms against my rib cage were any indication, then yes. Gunnar Lockwood wanted to fuck me. I had men trying to get in my bed all the time, but with Gunnar it was different. He was a combination of sweet-small-town-guy mixed with wildly-successful-rock-star-athlete, and the combination was intoxicating. Every time we were together, it felt like I’d had one too many glasses of wine. All I wanted was him.
Of course we couldn’t be together. We’d denied ourselves over the winter, but here, months later in my bedroom, we were about to cross the line. And once we crossed it, we could never go back; could never deny the fact that it had happened.
“Everleigh,” Gunnar whispered. “Are you sure?”
I rested my hands on his lower back, my thumbs tucked into the waistband of his boxer briefs. “As long as you can keep a secret. And as long as it’s just this once.”
Is that what addicts say? Just this once? This is the last time? Had I become addicted to Gunnar Lockwood, the star of my hockey team?
His breath stopped, like he was holding it in, as he thought about what I’d just said. I pulled the waistband of his boxers halfway over his perfect hockey player ass, glancing in the full-length mirror by the side of my bed to get the full view. It was perfection. I slid my feet up his legs, thankful the pilates and yoga sessions had made me flexible enough to hook my toes into his underwear and slide them down his legs. His cock momentarily caught in the waistband, but with a tug it was freed with a loud smack, slapping his lower abs.
“Just this once, Everleigh.” He buried his face in my neck and dropped his body on top of mine. It was an intimate gesture, one that you would expect from a longtime love. But it was quickly transformed as he flipped us over, and I found myself straddling his body.
It was my turn to tease him, and I slid my body up his, letting him pull down my lace panties and kiss my breasts. As soon as the panties were on the floor, the bra quickly followed. Gunnar sat and pulled his T-shirt off with one hand, the way that athletes do in the movies. Then he wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his face between my breasts.
It had been a long time coming, this tension between me and Lockwood. Was part of the allure the fact that it couldn’t happen? Had I built this man up to be something that he wasn’t?
His cock stood hard and strong between our bodies and I was slick with desire. We were about to find out, and something told me it was going to be better than I had ever dreamed. “Everleigh,” he kissed each side of my clavicle, “I don’t have any protection.” He rested the top of his head against my chest.
“I think I do.” I hopped off the bed and, in the mirror, saw his eyes following my every move as I slipped into the ensuite to get a condom.
