Page 73 of Three Hockey Hotties

“I’ll be here whenever you need me,” he says, his voice gruff. “You just have to call.”

I believe him. And it makes that warmth that was spreading ratchet up several degrees.

“Do you want to give me a tour of the place?” I ask.

“There’s a bathroom and a bedroom,” he says. “Other than what you can see from here.”

I shift even closer and run both hands over his chest. “I would really like to see the bedroom,” I tell him.

I feel him freeze, his gaze boring into mine. Then he says, “You don’t have to do that.”

I tip my head. “Do what?”

“I’m not expecting anything in exchange for this apartment.”

Oh God. It didn’t even occur to me that that’s how this might seem.

I nod. “I definitely know that, Benjamin. And that’s not why I said it. I just want to be with you.”

Something shifts in his expression. He looks relieved. His hands settle on my hips, and he pulls me closer. “I intended to drop you off here and give you space.”

“I appreciate that I have a place to come when I need space,” I tell him. “But I don’t want space right now.”

It only takes a second for his attitude to shift. “Have we created a sweet, horny little monster?”

I am so relieved that he’s already gone from concerned to playful and sexy.

These men make everything so easy. I don’t have to wonder about what they’re thinking or feeling. And I definitely don’t have to worry.

I know that I’m safe with them, that there is no judgment, and that nothing I can do or say will make them not want me.

It is a heady and empowering feeling.

“I think you have,” I tell him. “I had no idea that I would need to be fucked so often.”

As expected, those are the magic words to get that sexy low growl from deep in Benjamin's chest, to cause his fingers to curl more tightly into my hips, and for him to drop his face to my neck.

“So, it’s my turn then?” he asks against my throat.

“I hope so. I need an orgasm badly, and you’re the only one here.”

That gets me another growl, and his hands slide around to my ass. Then he’s lifting me, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

Our mouths meet in a hot, deep kiss, tongues stroking as he starts for what I assume is the bedroom.

I have no idea what the room looks like, but I do know that it has a bed because a moment later, my back meets a mattress and I’m being pressed into it by a hungry, hot millionaire lawyer.

All of the furniture was already here, and we only brought my single suitcase along, so Benjamin didn’t have to dress for a major moving day, but he’s out of the suits I generally associate with him.

My hands grip his ass, encased in denim, as he grinds a thick, hard erection between my legs.

I’m in a baggy sweatshirt and leggings, and the thin material does nothing to disguise the shape and feel of him.

My heels are resting on his ass below my hands, and I arch my hips, pressing up closer to that hardness.

“Jesus, you feel good,” he rasps against my mouth as he starts peppering kisses from my mouth along my jaw to my ear. “I want to absolutely devour you.”

“Please do,” I tell him breathlessly.