short time. If she came into the bathroom, he knew he’d won; if she didn’t, he’d have to try harder. Just hearing about her asshat of an ex pissed him off. He wanted to show Ava what she’d been missing. That all men weren’t like that; he wasn’t like that. Then she’d blurted out about the spanking. He had no idea where the hell that came from, but he was more than happy to indulge her kinks if that’s what she wanted.
His cock jerked at the thought of seeing his handprint on her ass or thin stripes from a crop. He wanted to know if she was into using toys, even do some BDSM-like scenes with him. Would she like blindfolds? Her hands bound over her head and legs tied to the footboard? He hoped so. There had never been the right lover who’d willingly wanted to try out something beyond vanilla with him. A bit of slap and tickle, fine, but not too hard, nothing that would leave a mark. Brice knew love bites and hickeys would show, but he didn’t care too much. A bit of guilt poked at his conscience. Her father would probably have a fit if he saw it and think Brice was taking advantage. Brice hoped James would be understanding once he explained. The blatant hunger in her dark brown eyes had set his soul alight. But the distance she tried to establish only showed him that he had his work cut out for him. He’d been a coward back then, too young and stupid to recognize what she meant.
As he turned on the shower for the second time, he didn’t bother to shut the door or close the cubicle. Even if she didn’t come to him, that was fine; he’d just have to work harder to get her to give in to her desires. Brice had nothing to be ashamed of when it came to his attraction to her.
He stepped into the stall and let the warm water cascade down his body. He kept his ears open for Ava’s footsteps. Instead, he heard the loud bell of the phone. Ava’s voice was muted from the water hitting the tiles. Rather than indulge once again in some one-handed relief, he cleaned up, dried off, and padded into his bedroom naked. Let her see what she’s missing.
“Okay, I’ll tell him. Talk to you later, Alexi,” she said before she hung up the phone.
Brice whipped his head around to look at her. Alexi? What the fuck did he want? He better not be checking up on me . Brice didn’t put it past Alexi to make a play for Ava given the way he’d looked at her in her father’s office. Ava was exactly what Alexi liked in a woman: curvy, sexy, and intelligent.
Ava came into the bedroom as he pulled on his boxers. “That was Alexi. Todd’s shin is acting up, so he’s going to have to miss the game until the doctor gives him the go-ahead. Must be really bad to have to sit out. You guys normally play even if you’re being held together by spit and a prayer.”
Brice’s lips quivered as he tried to hold back a smile; instead, he looked away as he yanked up his jeans and buttoned his fly. His cock was semihard and easier to deal with, for now. He pulled on a sweatshirt and grabbed some socks and his sneakers. “Yeah, well, Todd’s been going on like that for weeks with no break. He’s being forced to sit it out. Something’s broken, that’s for sure,” he muttered.
“Brice?” she asked, voice soft, seducing him to look up.
“Yeah?” He studied her face. A question hung in her eyes.
“Be careful, okay? I know hockey is a rough sport, but don’t be careless. Wouldn’t want that pretty face to get messed up.” She turned on her heel and left him.
All he could do was stare as her lush behind swayed away from him in an enticing roll of her hips. His heart stuttered at her concern. Not even his parents had asked that of him. He smiled and decided to reassure her. “Don’t worry about me, honey.”
There was hope. He just had to make her admit her attraction and desire for him. Brice knew he’d enjoy every minute of it. Tonight he’d give her a reprieve before the fun started. There was still the team to think of
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