I carefully handed her to him, doing my best not to wake her. Are you surprised she was still sleeping with how noisy the room was? It was true—babies really could sleep through almostanything.
Unless you wanted them tosleep.
Then just the tiniest of sounds woke themup.
“Did you want to go out with the team to celebrate?” I’d overheard his teammates discussing where they were going afterthis.
Did you see that? Thehesitation?
That was because there was no hesitation when he shook his head. “The only person I want to celebrate with tonight is you.” He kissed my jaw, his new beard riling meup.
Yes, he was sporting a playoff beard—in all its sexyglory.
And in case you didn’t know, oral sex when the guy has a beard is pretty damnamazing.
“You sure?” Iasked.
“Verysure.”
Sam slapped him on the back. “Man, she really has you pussywhipped.”
“Hey, I haven’t seen my girls in a month,” Josh said. “But I promise when we win the next series, I’ll be chugging beer alongside youguys.”
Emily rolled her eyes at her husband, then to me said, “Any man who puts you ahead of everything else is a real keeper. And don’t let my dum…”—her gaze dropped to the sleeping six-month-old in her arms—“my wonderful husband tell youotherwise.”
We returned to Josh’s hotel suite soon after, where I got Lily settled in the playpen in the living room, then joined Josh in the bedroom. Normally he was restless after a game. After a series win? Well, I was surprised he wasn’t bouncing on thebed.
But instead of joining him on the king-sized bed, I stood at the end of it and swayed my hips side-to-side, erotic dancer style. Jazz music played in myhead.
My hips still moving, I slowly unbuttoned the waistband of my jeans, and equally slowly inched the zipper down. Josh ran the tip of his tongue against his lower lip—and I immediately relived in my mind a few choice moments when he had used that talented tongue on my girlieparts.
I almost moaned at thememory.
I shimmied my jeans down my legs, leaving Josh practically panting. I stepped out of them, so all I had left on were my underwear and Canadiensjersey.
I winked at him and could’ve sworn his eyes grewdarker.
Seduction is power, ladies—never forgetit.
With the music still playing in my head, I inched the hem of my jersey up my body. I’d lost a bunch of weight since Josh had last seen me. Turned out, breastfeeding was the best diet ever. But unlike with most diet plans, my breasts weren’t the first togo.
They were stillimpressive.
And based on the way Josh licked his lower lip when I gave him a peek at them, I’d say he had no complaints with what hesaw.
I tugged the jersey over my head and dropped it to the floor. Then I crawled over to Josh on the bed. “One of us is a little overdressed here,” I said, unfastening the hook on his trousers. “Let me help youout.”
I unzipped them and pulled them down his legs. His cock strained against the fabric of his briefs. Yes—someone was very eager for what was comingnext.
After neatly folding his trousers, I placed them on the end of the bed. I then straddled his hips, and began slipping the buttons of his dress shirt through the holes. Now, if I were a guy, this is where my patience would’ve been sorely tested. And an alpha hero? He would’ve ripped those buttons off in one easymove.
Don’t doubt it for asecond.
But while Josh wasn’t going all-romance-hero on me, his level of patience was wearing thin. He lifted his hips and grounded his hard length against my clit.Oh. God. My panties grew wetter, my body betraying its impedingimpatience.
I quickly finished unbuttoning his shirt. He removed it and tossed it to the floor. I leaned down and took his nipple into my mouth. Josh groaned—and girl power salutedme.
I sucked and teased the hardening nub with my tongue, relishing each erotic sound Josh made, each demanding movement of his body. After I’d had my fun with the first nipple, I moved over to the other one and treated it to the same level ofattention.
