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“I don’t care about the money,” I growl.
It’s just what I watched: the pathetic defense. Far more than nine mistakes and chaos than I ever allowed on the ice. I grit my teeth. It’s almost painful. Not the pushups. Rep number fifty-two and getting close to failure. I did sixty-one last set.
“It’s the game, Chuck. Thegame.”
“Then get your ass back here.”
Emma’s name appears on my phone screen.Call waiting. “I’ve got to go,” I tell Chuck. “I’ll see you soon.”
I mean it as a general way of saying goodbye, but he answers, “I hope so, Logan. Really.”
“Hey,” Emma says. “I’m, uh, ready. You said I should call you?”
“Yeah, I’m going to send a car,” I tell her.
“I can grab an Uber.”
“I’ve already hired the car. I just need to send a text. I’d come to pick you up myself, but…”
She sighs. “I know. I’m the holdup here. You’d come and get me if it didn’t mean telling Dad.Youwere the one who said we should try to forget about everything for a little while. The rest of the world. Problems.”
She’s right. I’m being a cold, blunt bastard. It’s the game. It’s replaying over and over in my head. The simple mistakes. The patterns on the ice. I’m thinking about my kid again, about whether or not I will be the sort of man who quits. What kind of example does that set?
“You’re right,” I say, “but I’d prefer to tell him. I can’t lie about that.”
“That’s fair.” Her voice turns into that anxious, withdrawn, low tone that makes me feel so distant from her. Like an ass for treating her like anything other than a queen. “Are you sure you still want to do this?”
“Yes,” I say immediately. I’m as sure as I was on the balcony, in the car, and whenever I’m with her. “I’m sending the car now. Where do you want it to park?”
“At the end of the street would be better. Is that okay?”
Her voice is still quiet. It’s like she’s worried I’m going to snap at her. I need to cool the hell off. “Of course, it is, Emma. Anywhere you want.”
“Okay. See you soon.”
After hanging up, I send the text. Then I go to the window, looking out onto the hilly landscape. Arid. Not like just a couple of nights ago, staring out a window back home at the cold incoming winter. I quickly shower, my thoughts turning to Emma, her curvy body and those hips. There’s no risk of anybody catching us this time.
Maybe it’s selfish, but by the time I’ve toweled myself off, I can think about my woman instead of the game. At least I’m able to push the game into the background. What would my daughter think? What would my son think, abandoning my team? Am I supposed to abandon my woman instead?
My cell phone rings. It’s Emma. My body goes tight when I remember almost telling her everything last night. The need to claim I feel for her, but I wonder if I even have to say it aloud. Surely, coming here shows her how committed I am to the family. “Hey, I’m outside,” she says when I answer.
“I’ll come down now.”
I swallow, my body turning savage again. Every muscle in me twitches as I ride the elevator down, my cock pushing against the shorts I’ve hastily thrown on. Luckily, the elevator is empty, but it still would’ve been better to put something else on. My tip presses right against the material.
My shaft shifts when the doors open, and I see Emma standing at the end of the corridor. My chest clamps when she hurries forward. She walks into the elevator before it closes.
I press the button, balls aching when I look down at her. Her hair is loose against her shoulders. She’s got subtle makeup around her eyes with fine black lines. Her cheeks are red. Maybe makeup, maybe just that sweet pregnancy shine. She’s wearing a large coat that has me wondering what’s underneath.
“Hey,” she says with an awkward half-smile.
I smirk. I can’t dwell on the game for too long. Not when my woman is so clearly doubting when she never has a reason to. Leaning down, I kiss her passionately. She makes that adorable, almost shocked, whimpering noise. It’s like the pleasure always catches her off guard.
Moving my hands down her body, I sink my fingers into her hips through the coat. I feel her curviness, addicted to it, always. Hungry, forever. She moans again when I push her against the wall, driving with my hips so she can feel my member against her.
When the doors open, I step away, relieved nobody is waiting for the elevator. Nobody can see her when she’s all flushed and horny. I keep forgetting that.
I take her hand as we walk down the corridor. “It’s so good to see you,” she says softly. “It doesn’t feel like it’s been, what, less than twenty-four hours? Not even a day.”
