“What does hono-ed mean?”
“Honored. It means I’d be so happy.”
And I would be, because not only does this kid have me wrapped around his finger already, but I also made a promise to Scar that I plan to keep—I’ll be there for the three of them, not just her.
13
October
Tonight is the first home game of the season, and my grandmother insisted I watch the game with the other players’ partners in the significant other’s suite instead of in the owner’s suite with my grandparents, Gemma, and Gunner. It’s an early evening game, so I agreed to let Gemma and Gunner come, even though it’s a school night. They’re going to go home with my grandparents to stay the night at their place while I stay at the rink for post-game press interviews. News of our engagement has been kind of a PR nightmare since we weren’t ahead of the announcement. The good news is, my grandfather thinks my grandmother’s surprise announcement was hilarious. She didn’t think anything of it, aside from her happiness that her granddaughter was engaged. I didn’t have it in me to tell her it’s an engagement of convenience, just like my marriage will be.
After finishing up a few work tasks, I’m just packing up my bag in my office, hoping I can run a few errands before I pick the kids up when there’s a knock at my door.
“Come in,” I call out without looking up from where I’m hopelessly trying to fit all the things in my black Kate Spade tote.
The door opens and then I hear theclickof it closing followed by the turn of the lock.
Looking up, I find a devastatingly handsome Bennett dressed to the nines. A deep maroon suit that is so immaculately tailored, it fits him like a second skin, enhancing his chiseled physique down to his thick thighs. The pants are tapered down to his bare ankles where he completes the look with black velvet loafers, leaving his ankles exposed.
“Bennett,” I gasp in surprise.
A sharp-dressed man is my kryptonite, and Bennett Wilson coming into my office wearing a game-day suit should be illegal.
“Little Red,” he says, amusement lacing his tone.
“What are you doing here?”
Bennett takes a look at his watch before reaching up to adjust his black tie that looks very demure the way he’s paired it with a black dress shirt. “I was hoping to catch you before you left to pick up the kids.”
“You’ve got impeccable timing, I was just packing up to head out.”
He saunters toward where I’m still sitting at my desk and rests his hip against the edge of my desk, effectively caging me in.
“Even better, we’ve got about a half hour before you need to leave,” he rasps, moving to adjust his tie again.
Or not—he loosens his tie, lifts it over his head, and then I watch with rapt attention as his deft fingers work to untie the satin fabric.
Before I can question what he means by that, Bennett leans over me and begins kissing me with such ferocity I don’t notice he’s backed my desk chair up against the bookshelves. He breaks the kiss and kneels before me to hike up the skirt of my camel pencil skirt. Placing delicate, torturous kisses along my lace-covered pussy, he slowly tugs my panties off before pressing my shoulders back against my chair.
“Hands on the arms of the chair, Scar,” he commands and my pussy clenches in anticipation, already knowing where he’s going with this.
I do as he says and he hums his approval as he uses his tie to secure my left wrist to the chair before placing a quick kiss over my engagementring. When he uses my lace thong to secure my right wrist, I squirm in anticipation.
“Look at you—tied up like my own personal plaything.” He tucks a loose strand of my hair behind my ear, dragging his hand over my jaw before pulling my bottom lip down with his thumb. “Now, be a good fiancée and spread your legs for me. As you pointed out, I’m very superstitious, and eating your pussy has become my new favorite pregame ritual.”
“How can it be a ritual if you’ve never tried it before?” I snark through bated breath.
“Do you recall what we did in Chicago before my last game?”
How could I forget?
His knowing smirk means he’s practically read my thoughts. “In case you weren’t paying attention, I had two assists and three blocked shots against Chicago. Oh, and we got a shutout that game. If you won’t do it for me, Little Red, do it for the team.”
“Don’t try to disguise this as being selfless or that it’s in the team’s best interest,” I sass back.
“Careful, Scar. I already used your panties to tie you up, so if I want to shut you up, the only solution will be to quiet you with my cock down your throat.”
I whimper in response. God, it’s pathetic how much I’m dying to suck his cock. And the worst part is he knows I’m desperate for it, which is why he chuckles when I lick my lips in response to his dirty threat.
