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  “What?”

  “If I were fucking your pussy hard, wouldn’t it?” he asked, and I was a little startled by the harshness of his tone. When I didn’t respond, his voice deepened as he repeated himself. “Wouldn’t it, Jocelyn?

  “Yes,” I relented as I sank three fingers deep inside myself.

  “And when I punish you for tormenting me? Do you like that as much as I do?”

  As much as it shocked me, it really did drive me wild when Andrew took out his frustration on me in bed. Those were the times he was the most relentless—when he let go of his control and took me hard.

  “I do.”

  “Even when I don’t let you come at first, because you know when I do that it’s going to be huge. When I make you wait and it builds and builds until your body feels like it’s going to fly apart at the seams?” he asked.

  “God, yes,” I agreed. “That too.”

  “I won’t make you wait tonight because we both need this too much. But be prepared to pay for these missed nights when you get home, sweetheart,” he promised darkly.

  I shivered at the thought of how he’d make me pay. What delicious tortures he’d come up with on my return. “Do you know what I’d be doing right now if I were there with you?”

  “You’d be tied spread-eagle to my bed while I pounded in and out of you,” he snarled.

  “Before that,” I whispered, wanting to drive him past the point of reason before I flew over the edge. “I’d make you sit on the edge of your bed so I could drop to my knees in front of you. I’d take the tip of your cock and draw it into my mouth—slowly at first. Teasing you. I’d lap at the salty taste of your pre-come at the slit before I sucked you deeper into my mouth. Would you like that?”

  “You know I would,” he groaned. I could hear the slapping sound of his hand stroking his cock.

  “Can you feel it building in the base of your spine? Your hands wrapped in my hair as you fuck my mouth with your hard cock until you come for me?” I pushed because I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.

  “Fuck yes,” he cried out.

  The sound of him gasping through the line was enough to send me closer the edge. I shoved my fingers deeper into my pussy before stars exploded in my head and I dropped the phone, my body jerking wildly with my climax.

  “Jocelyn,” I heard Andrew’s voice calling out to me after I came back to my senses.

  I dug through the blankets in search of the phone as I heard him repeat my name again, more insistently this time. “I’m here,” I rasped out huskily as soon as I found it.

  “Jesus, sweetheart. I might not mind you traveling so much if every trip means we get to have phone sex like this.”

  “It was good, wasn’t it?” I asked.

  “Fucking amazing, sweetheart. It almost makes up for you being gone from me.”

  “Only almost?” I replied.

  “It was amazingly hot to hear your voice describe you sucking my cock while I could hear you panting for air. But it doesn’t compare to the feel of your pussy wrapped around me, so don’t think you’re going to escape the punishment I described,” he warned me.

  A vision of him tying me to his bed and ravishing me flashed through my mind. “Okay,” I agreed.

  “You’re gone for two more nights, Jocelyn,” he reminded me. “Don’t be shocked if I take it out of your ass when you get home.”

  I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant by that and would have asked more questions instead of just agreeing if I hadn’t been so damn tired. The combination of the long day, wine, and coming so hard had my eyes sliding shut.

  “Mmmmkay.”

  “Night, sweetheart,” I heard him whisper before I drifted off to sleep.

  chapter 12

  andrew

  Jocelyn was due home tonight and I could barely wait to get my hands on her. The phone sex had been hot as hell, but three nights without her soft pussy wrapped around me was starting to make me grouchy. I knew it was bad when my employees started to avoid me when I came into the office this morning. My secretary dropped a cup of coffee on my desk before scurrying off. She must have let Mark know I was in because he showed up not ten minutes later.

  “I hear you’ve been breathing fire around here lately,” he teased.

  “Not you too,” I grumbled. “I didn’t think I was that bad.”

  Mark sat down in the chair in front of my desk. “I’d ask you if there were business problems I needed to worry about, but I know everything’s going well around here. The opening of Ice went better than we expected, even.”

  “Yeah,” I sighed. “Things are going great.”

  “So I’m guessing the reason for your sudden grouchiness is because of this?” he asked as he tossed a copy of the Tribune on my desk.

  It was open to the sports section, and a picture of Jocelyn with the Cavalier’s star center was right there above a story about their game last night. She was staring straight into the camera, dressed in warm-up pants and a jacket with the team’s logo on it. The guy she was with had his arm around her shoulders and a huge grin on his face.

  I quickly scanned the information and noted that the kid had scored twice. When the reporter asked about his recent knee injury and how he’d made it back on the ice so quickly and better than ever, he’d credited Jocelyn and the individualized rehab program she had developed for him. The article mentioned her background in skating, the honors she’d received when she had graduated with her doctorate, and her experience in college working with hockey players.

  The article was completely professional, without even a mention of the fact that she was also the girlfriend of an ex-NHL hockey player—me. I was happy to see her receiving recognition for being so good at her job, but I didn’t really appreciate their photo choice.

  “Yeah. It sucks they needed her on the road for the season opener,” I told him. “But it’s part of her job.”

  “You did not have physical therapists who looked like that back when you were playing,” he said.

  He was right. The therapists who used to rehab me each time I’d gotten injured had been all guys.

  “And your point is what exactly?”

  “You sure they really needed her?” he asked. My displeasure at his question must have shown on my face. “Look, buddy. I’m not saying she asked to go on the road with the team. But can you honestly say it hasn’t crossed your mind that maybe that player was hoping to start something up with her and asked for her to be there?”

  Of course I’d wondered about it. The odds of them needing her on the very first trip were a little slim, but Jocelyn had seemed to think it was a good idea that she was on hand in case the kid’s knee flared up again, and she knew her business better than I did. I’d only ever been on the other side of the table. She was the expert.

  “Doesn’t matter if he did,” I finally said. “He isn’t even a blip on her radar. And I made sure she had what she needed to protect herself while she was gone,” I added before telling him about the gift I’d given her right before she’d left.

  “Mace and a rape whistle,” he guffawed. “Jesus, she has you whipped.”

  “It’s not that ridiculous,” I argued.

  “Andrew, you’re the guy who would have used both of those things to escape any woman’s clutches several months ago. Now, you’re so worried about your girlfriend’s safety that you loaded her up with weapons before you sent her off on a work trip,” he pointed out. “I bet you even asked Alec to give you regular updates too, didn’t you?”

  My quick glance at my cell phone must have given me away because Mark started laughing even harder. “I just wanted to know how things were going,” I tried to explain.

  “Let me put it this way,” Mark interrupted me. “In the last few years, have you ever asked Alec to text you on a road trip to tell you how things were going?”

  He had me there and we both knew it. “Fuck you, man.”

  “I gotta admit I never thought I’d see the day,�
�� he mused.

  “Are you kidding me?” I sputtered. “I couldn’t even get her to move in with me yet. What makes you think she’d even consider getting engaged?”

  “So, you’re just going to bide your time until you think she’s ready?” he asked sarcastically.

  “Yeah,” I answered him belligerently. “What of it?”

  “You and I both know you’re the least patient man in the world,” he answered. “So, between you and me, how long do you really think you can wait?”

  I thought about the ring I was already having designed for her. “Not long,” I admitted gruffly. “What about you and what’s her name?”

  “Jesus, Andrew,” he sighed. “Why can’t you just call Lisa by her name? You won’t even call Josie by her nickname.”

  I felt bad about giving him a hard time about Lisa, but I didn’t like the way she had been making him change in the last half year. I knew I sounded like a girl complaining that he never had time to do anything anymore, but the bottom line was that she was trying to run my friend’s life and I didn’t like her for it. Or for him.

  “Sorry, man,” I apologized, leaving it at that. With the pressure she had been putting on him to cut back hours and cut out any guys’ nights out, I didn’t want to add to it. I shouldn’t have taunted him that way. “I just miss you.”

  “You see me every day,” he reminded me. “And things are changing for you too. You have Josie in your life now.”

  “Yeah, but Josie would never argue with me if I told her I needed some guy time with you,” I argued. “Hell, she’s practically tossed me out the door so I’d hang out with my brother and his friends a time or two.”

  “Well, then, maybe we could get together and do a double date,” Mark suggested. “Let the girls meet each other. If they hit it off, it could mean you’ll see even more of me.”

  I didn’t want to insult the man because he was my best friend, but I couldn’t see Jocelyn hitting it off with his uptight girlfriend. And I certainly didn’t want to throw her to the wolves in order to make things easier with my friend.

  “I’ll have to ask Jocelyn about her schedule. With the season in full swing, she doesn’t have as much free time in the evenings as she used to,” I muttered, hoping it would put him off for a few months. Maybe I’d get lucky and they’d break up before the Cavaliers finished their season in April. Or June if they went all the way to the cup game.

  ****

  I left work early that afternoon so I could make a quick trip to the adult store for some items I needed tonight. I hadn’t been joking with Jocelyn when I’d told her that I was going to punish her when she returned. I wanted to make her burn for me the way I had for her the last three nights. To do it right, I needed to plan accordingly because it was going to be a long night of pushing her boundaries even further.

  By the time I made it to my house, her car was already in the drive. I tucked the bag from the store into my jacket pocket and removed it to hang it up on a hook by the door as soon as I entered the house. I didn’t want her to find it by mistake. No need for her to worry needlessly about what was coming tonight when I had everything under control.

  “Andrew!” Jocelyn gasped as she threw herself into my arms when I walked into the living room. “I missed you so much.”

  “I missed you too, sweetheart,” I muttered into her hair, holding her close and enjoying the feel of her body against mine.

  “I hope you don’t mind. I picked up dinner on the way over,” she said as she gestured at the Maggiano’s containers on the coffee table. “I thought we could have a quiet night at your place.”

  My plans didn’t really call for quiet since she’d be screaming my name once I was done, but staying home for dinner certainly worked for me.

  “That’s perfect. I don’t want to share you with anyone else tonight anyway. I want you all to myself.”

  Jocelyn grabbed some plates while I got her a glass of wine and mixed myself a dirty martini. I was chuckling at the irony of my drink choice as I sat down with her to eat.

  “What’s so funny?” she asked.

  “Nothing really,” I said. “I just thought it was funny that I like my martinis dirty.”

  She smiled up at me as she popped a piece of bread in her mouth and munched on it. “Makes sense to me since you’re such a dirty talker. A dirty drink for your dirty mouth.”

  We both laughed at her joke and talked about what we’d done the last few days. Jocelyn’s eyes sparkled with delight when I mentioned the Tribune article and she quickly pulled it up on her phone so she could read it.

  “Wow,” she gasped. “I don’t think I ever expected to be the topic of an article in the sports section. Not after I stopped skating.”

  “You deserve it, sweetheart. You’ve worked hard to get where you are, and the team’s damn lucky to have you on board,” I complimented her.

  “I figured I was the lucky one when they hired me out of school with a brand-new doctorate,” she mumbled.

  “Hockey is a small world,” I pointed out. “Think about how many of the players and coaches you worked with during those seven years of school. Any of them playing professionally now?”

  “Yeah. A few of them at least.”

  “See? You weren’t just some therapist fresh out of school. You were a highly qualified therapist who understands the forces that drive athletes to get back on the ice when they’re injured because of what happened to you in high school. And you had experience with hockey players already. They were the lucky ones,” I repeated.

  The smile that lit her face was a beautiful sight. One that I planned to see as often as possible for the rest of my days as soon as I convinced her to marry me. Or even just move in with me and then marry me later. But first, tonight, I was going to take a part of her that no other man ever had.

  Jocelyn was wearing a blue sweater that looked great on her, but I couldn’t stop picturing her naked in my head. By the time dinner was done and we’d cleaned everything up, I was practically boiling with my need to take her.

  “What are you wearing under this?” I whispered in her ear after trapping her against the kitchen counter.

  “The usual bra and panties,” she answered huskily.

  “What color?” I wanted to know.

  Instead of answering, she pulled the neckline of her sweater to the side so I could see the pale-blue material. As much as I loved her in blue, it appeared much too innocent for what I had in mind for tonight.

  “Go to the bedroom and get undressed,” I told her. “But change into different lingerie. Something black or red.”

  “I’m not sure if I have anything here in either of those colors,” she replied, the pulse in her neck beating rapidly.

  “You better,” I growled. “Or that’s gonna be another mark against you, Jocelyn.”

  A deep flush stained her cheeks as she nodded her head. I stepped away and she raced to the bedroom. I could hear one of the dresser drawers slam open and her deep sigh of relief when she found that she did, in fact, have both color options available. I’d made sure of it this morning.

  I gave her a couple of minutes before I joined her in my room, wanting the anticipation to build a little. While I waited, I grabbed the bag out of my jacket before setting it on the bedside table. Jocelyn was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a lacy, black bra-and-panty set with matching thigh-high stockings. It was satisfying to see her waiting there for me, dressed in lingerie I’d picked out for her.

  “When we talked on your first night in Grand Rapids, you told me that, if you were with me, you’d be sucking my cock until I came,” I growled.

  “I did,” she agreed before she licked her lips.

  “I want you on your knees,” I said as I strode towards her and unzipped my pants. Then I pulled my cock out and stroked it lightly. “I want you to lick me along here,” I instructed her as I ran my finger along the bulging, purple vein on the top of my shaft. “And then I’m going to fuck your mouth.” />
  Jocelyn scurried off the bed and kneeled at my feet. I unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall to the floor as she followed my instructions. When she flicked her tongue along my cock, it pulsed against her. She trailed back up again until the head was pressed against her lips.

  “Close your eyes,” I ordered her as I grabbed the sides of her head and thrust inside. I used more force than I normally would have but was still careful not to hurt her. “Suck me harder.”

  She increased the pressure of the hold her mouth had on me as I began to slide in and out. Picking up my rhythm, I started to go deeper with each stroke. I tilted her head back so I could reach the back of her throat with my next thrust. When her teeth grazed my sensitive flesh, I shuddered. My breathing became more labored as I looked down at her. She was so trustingly letting me use her body for my own pleasure. She squirmed a little as I saw her hand graze her clit and I realized it was for her pleasure too. It was enough to send me over the edge and I spurt into her mouth. She held my cock inside her mouth until I was done, draining me. Then she licked her lips after I pulled out.

  “That one was for me, but this one’s for you,” I promised as I lifted her up and tossed her onto the bed.

  I removed the lube and butt plug from the bag on the bedside table. I heard her gasp and turned to see shocked eyes staring at me.

  “A butt plug?” she asked.

  “Just let me try, sweetheart. I promise to make this very good for you.”

  Jocelyn took a deep breath before she nodded and leaned back against the pillows.

  “Turn over,” I asked.

  Once she rolled onto her stomach, I placed a pillow under her hips to lift her up a little. Then I licked her from her clit to her puckered opening in long, leisurely swipes until her juices were running down my cheeks. After wiping my face on the sheets, I reached out for the lube.

  “It’s cold!” she shrieked at the first touch of my finger against her ass.

  After I rubbed her with the lube, I slowly worked it into her small hole with one fingertip until I could slide inside more easily. I rimmed her over and over, making sure she was as slippery as I could get her before I replaced my fingers with the plug.