Page 80 of Game Misconduct

“It’s a good thing that you mentioned seeing you dancing first because if you think I’d still want to take you home after you opened your mouth, you’re nuts.”

“Rude!” Tanner said. “But c’mon. Play along with me here. It’ll be fun.”

“Will it?” Leif gave him a skeptical look. “I don’t usually pick people up that way.”

“Play. Along. Princess.”

“Fine.Okay, so I’d watch you for a while and when it looked like you needed it, I’d go to the bar and get you a bottle of water. I’d walk up to you on the dance floor and offer it to you.”

“That’s … surprisingly thoughtful,” Tanner said.

“I figure you get lots of guys—people—buying you drinks. I thought I’d go a different route. Besides, you might be dehydrated.”

What was Leif’s obsession with hydration? Tanner wondered, but all he said was, “I like it. What would you say to me?”

“I’d tell you I liked watching you move.” The color was back in Leif’s cheeks. “And that I thought you were gorgeous. That I’d like to get to know you better.”

“Nowww we’re talking, baby.” Tanner grinned. “I’d drink the water and show you how good I can swallow.”

There was a little roll of Leif’s eyes, but he kept going. “After that I’d ask if you wanted to dance.”

“I’d definitely fucking say yes,” Tanner said.

“I’d pull you close and we’d dance and …” Leif licked his lips. “When we were both too worked up to wait any longer, I’d ask you if you wanted to go home with me.”

“Would you kiss me there? In the club?”

“If you wanted.”

“Fuck yeah I would.”

“Then I’d kiss you.”

“What about in the car on the way back to your place?” Tanner teased.

“Am I driving?”

“No. Rideshare.” Duh.

“Then no. We’re trying to keep it a secret, remember?”

So. Fucking. Literal.“If we weren’tus, dude. If we didn’t play hockey and we were just random guys who met in a club.”

“Then probably.” Leif fidgeted. “Unless it made the driver uncomfortable.”

Tanner hid a smile. So polite, his Norwegian. Well, not his. But … “What would you do when we got back to your place?”

“Pin you against the door. Kiss you until you were panting for it. Drop to my knees to suck you off.”

“Yeah?” Tanner asked, a little surprised by the sudden acceleration.

“Yeah.” Leif touched his throat. “I’d want you to fuck my mouth.”

“Oh,fuck, baby,” Tanner said, scrambling to push his shorts down as his head spun with the images. He sighed when he got a hand on his cock. “God yes. Would you want me to come in your mouth?”

“No. No, I’d get you hard and suck your cock until you were begging to come down my throat.” Leif’s voice was rough now.

“Let me see you,” Tanner pleaded. “Are you touching yourself?”