Page 107 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

My eyes lock on the photo that’s propped against my beside light, and I panic.

I move around the bed as fast as I can and reluctantly pick it up and slide it safely under my pillow.

“You want to see my bedroom, darlin’?”

“Yeah, color me curious.”

I chuckle and turn the screen around.

“It isn’t much to look at. And it certainly isn’t as homey as yours.”

I look around my room, trying to imagine what it must be like to see it through her eyes.

The walls are a light gray, the furniture dark walnut, and my bed is covered in white sheets and a gray comforter. It’s really nothing special. And other than the photo I just put away, there isn’t anything personal in here. It’s more functional than anything—my whole apartment is.

“It’s nice,” she says as I sit on my bed and shuffle back so I’m resting against the headboard. “Think I preferred the other view, though.”

“Is that right?” I ask, my cockiness evident in my tone as I flip the camera around again.

“You’re getting your bed all wet,” she breathes, her eyes taking in the water droplets that cover my chest and abs.

I wish I could have you here getting my bed wet.

Honestly, the self-control it takes to keep that thought to myself is insane.

“I’ll survive,” I say, shamefully dragging my palm across my abs. Her eyes follow its movement, darkening more by the second. Desire shoots straight to my dick as I wonder just how dark her eyes would get if she could see beneath my towel.

Don’t scare her off again, asshole.

While she’s busy checking me out, I do a little of the same myself.

She’s lying on her stomach on her bed, and it’s mostly her face filling the screen. But I can’t miss the thin straps over her shoulders or the hint of cleavage that fills the bottom of the screen.

Shit. I’m starting to tent my towel, and I’m only looking.

If we ever take this thing between us further, I’m pretty sure I’m going to embarrass myself.

It’s not my fault; I’ve been walking around with this pent-up desire for her for fifteen years now. It’s gonna explode at some point.

“So, had a good day?” she asks nervously.

“I’ve had a great day. The only thing that would have made it better would have been if you were here too.”

She smiles, her cheeks heating.

“What about you? Was your day everything you hoped it would be?”

“And some.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Of course. Hockey players and a dance mat will improve everyone’s day.”

“Damn, and here I was thinking it was my presence that improved your day.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Finding you naked on the other end of this call was definitely a highlight of my day.”

“Glad I could help. You know, if you ever want to improve your day in the future, all you have to do is ask. I’m not shy.”