Page 70 of Game Misconduct

And then I fuck her. Three and a half years of longing. Of unrequited feelings. Of feeling lost and abandoned. Discarded. Worthless.

A year and a half of pining. Of being off-limits. Of knowing she was so close, but still unattainable.

She hated me.

Does she still? She’s opened up to me over the last few weeks, but is that enough to put aside all that bitterness between us?

I’ve already forgiven her. She lashed out because she thought I would do the same; I can’t blame her for the defense mechanism, even though I wish it had gone down differently.

But if it had, we wouldn’t be here, in this moment. We wouldn’t have this opportunity now.

My focus narrows in on where we’re connected, my cock moving in and out of her slick cunt. Her moans and gasps, the way she clutches the edge of the desk, her hips tilted and back arching to meet me.

“Nick…” Her breathless plea grounds me, steadies me.

Right. This isn’t just about me. It’s about her, about us. I have to make sure she’s having a good time, too. My hand slides between her legs, thumb on her clit.

She jolts, a fresh burst of wetness coating my cock. I touch her as my hips pump in and out, determined to bring her pleasure, for her to tip over the edge first.

And when she stiffens, and her pussy walls clench around me, and she lets out a long, guttural moan, a sense of animalistic pride fills me so intensely, I nearly come myself. It brings me satisfaction to see my partner crest that peak; it’s as much about them getting off as it is for me.

Balancing as carefully as I dare on my skates, I fold myself over her, until my chest brushes her shirt. Bex turns her head, and I meet her in a heady, drugging kiss.

“Quick,” she murmurs against my lips. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

With one last brush of my lips to hers, I straighten again and seek my release. Her tight, wet heat surrounds me, and it only takes a few more thrusts before I’m coming. I bite my lip so hard I taste the metallic tang of blood.

I slump over her back, trying to catch my breath. My body is damp with sweat, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the punishing skate before I barged into her office. Good thing I have practice in a few minutes.

Shit. Practice. I have to get on the ice.

“Mmm, you’re heavy.” She sounds half drugged.

I start to lift myself up, but her small hand encircles my wrist. Her fingertips rest over my pulse point, and my heart pounds, answering her siren call.

“No, I like it. You’re liked a weighted blanket. You give me the good tingles.”

I press a kiss behind her ear. “Only good tingles.”

Her huff of laughter makes me smile.

Footsteps sound in the hallway, and consciousness slams back into me. Reluctantly, I pull away from her, tugging her upright. I duck down and retrieve her underwear and skirt, and while she’s getting dressed, I toss the condom into the trashcan beside her desk and redress in my gear.

It’ll be an uncomfortable practice, that’s for sure, but there’s definitely a shower in my future.

“Can I see you again?” I have no shame in asking.

“You’re seeing me right now.”

“Bex.” I pinch her chin between two fingers. “I want to see you again. With clothes, without, I don’t care. There’s something here, isn’t there?”

Her rich brown eyes soften. “Yeah. There is.”

“Do you want to give it a try? Us?”

She swallows, her gaze roving over my face. “I’m a mess. I don’t even know the first place to start.”

“That’s not what I’m asking. Do you want this?”