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and a way to convince her father to let him pursue Ava. Brice knew he was risking a lot, but she was worth it. No matter how long it took, he would make the loss of time during college up to her. She would be his.
Chapter Five
Ava trudged through the door of Brice’s apartment. It was day two of living with him, and so far she’d gotten a combined three hours of sleep. The damn man was trying to kill her with his nightly masturbation sessions, ones that were neither quiet nor PG-13. She knew he was making sure she heard every filthy, dirty utterance until he came. There were moments when he begged her to come down and give him some relief. Her pussy was not thanking her for her resistance either. The damn traitorous area kept throbbing, and her clit pulsed. Her nipples felt like they were in a permanent state of being able to cut glass.
But there was no way she could acknowledge her attraction to him.
As soon as Brice put his things away, she decided it was time for a talk. “Brice, can I talk to you?”
He took off his cap and sauntered over to where she stood in the kitchen area, all predatory grace and easy confidence with a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin. “What’s up, sweetheart?” he asked as he placed his forearms on the counter and leaned toward her, his head only a few inches away from her chest. If he could just lean over, her inner minx murmured. Ava ignored her.
“I’m here to keep you out of trouble. You are aware of that, right?” She knew he knew that was part of the job.
Brice nodded and said, “Yes, and so far you’re doing a really good job of it.”
“Getting me into your bed isn’t part of the deal. You have trouble with women. I’m a woman.” She watched him nod. The smile didn’t slip off his face, much to her annoyance.
“There’s nothing that’s part of the deal that says I can’t make a play for you. Unlike most men, I can multitask, and you’re living under the same roof with me. How am I supposed to resist your lush curves and sexy smile? Hmm?” He tilted his head and gazed into her eyes. A question hung in the green depths. One she didn’t want to answer.
“I’m under contract to my father, Brice. I’m your companion, babysitter. Not your bed partner. It wouldn’t be”—she struggled to find the word—“appropriate for me to give in to your advances. Did it ever occur to you that you could be a rebound? Or that I’d think I was a pity fuck to you?” There, she’d said it. Maybe he’d pause to think about her words.
“First, you’re not a pity fuck, and second, rebound or no, I don’t care. I want you. End of story,” he said. His tone brokered no argument.
She shook her head. “No, it’s not. I just got out of a bad relationship. How would it help the team if I slept with you? Just because you didn’t find me in a club or at a bar or pub doesn’t mean I can’t distract you, and I refuse to let your game suffer because you can’t keep it in your pants. That’s part of the problem.” She pointed at him.
He leaned forward and nipped her fingertip.
Ava pulled the digit away from his face and ignored the gentle throbbing and heat that flowed up her arm.
“It may not help the team, but it would help me with my focus. I appreciate how much you want me and the team to succeed, but what I do or don’t do is on my head, sweetheart. I’m a grown man. If I can’t handle pursuing you and playing hockey, I shouldn’t be allowed on the ice or near you.” He straightened. “Now are we going to go furniture shopping, or should we start on some tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner? You’re exhausted, and it’s getting colder out there. A little comfort food would go a long way. We can even watch a movie if you’re up for it.”
She sighed. She didn’t seem to be getting through to him. At least she’d had her say, and she did appreciate the offer to make dinner two nights in a row. Her exhaustion was his fault, but he was willing
Chapter Five
Ava trudged through the door of Brice’s apartment. It was day two of living with him, and so far she’d gotten a combined three hours of sleep. The damn man was trying to kill her with his nightly masturbation sessions, ones that were neither quiet nor PG-13. She knew he was making sure she heard every filthy, dirty utterance until he came. There were moments when he begged her to come down and give him some relief. Her pussy was not thanking her for her resistance either. The damn traitorous area kept throbbing, and her clit pulsed. Her nipples felt like they were in a permanent state of being able to cut glass.
But there was no way she could acknowledge her attraction to him.
As soon as Brice put his things away, she decided it was time for a talk. “Brice, can I talk to you?”
He took off his cap and sauntered over to where she stood in the kitchen area, all predatory grace and easy confidence with a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin. “What’s up, sweetheart?” he asked as he placed his forearms on the counter and leaned toward her, his head only a few inches away from her chest. If he could just lean over, her inner minx murmured. Ava ignored her.
“I’m here to keep you out of trouble. You are aware of that, right?” She knew he knew that was part of the job.
Brice nodded and said, “Yes, and so far you’re doing a really good job of it.”
“Getting me into your bed isn’t part of the deal. You have trouble with women. I’m a woman.” She watched him nod. The smile didn’t slip off his face, much to her annoyance.
“There’s nothing that’s part of the deal that says I can’t make a play for you. Unlike most men, I can multitask, and you’re living under the same roof with me. How am I supposed to resist your lush curves and sexy smile? Hmm?” He tilted his head and gazed into her eyes. A question hung in the green depths. One she didn’t want to answer.
“I’m under contract to my father, Brice. I’m your companion, babysitter. Not your bed partner. It wouldn’t be”—she struggled to find the word—“appropriate for me to give in to your advances. Did it ever occur to you that you could be a rebound? Or that I’d think I was a pity fuck to you?” There, she’d said it. Maybe he’d pause to think about her words.
“First, you’re not a pity fuck, and second, rebound or no, I don’t care. I want you. End of story,” he said. His tone brokered no argument.
She shook her head. “No, it’s not. I just got out of a bad relationship. How would it help the team if I slept with you? Just because you didn’t find me in a club or at a bar or pub doesn’t mean I can’t distract you, and I refuse to let your game suffer because you can’t keep it in your pants. That’s part of the problem.” She pointed at him.
He leaned forward and nipped her fingertip.
Ava pulled the digit away from his face and ignored the gentle throbbing and heat that flowed up her arm.
“It may not help the team, but it would help me with my focus. I appreciate how much you want me and the team to succeed, but what I do or don’t do is on my head, sweetheart. I’m a grown man. If I can’t handle pursuing you and playing hockey, I shouldn’t be allowed on the ice or near you.” He straightened. “Now are we going to go furniture shopping, or should we start on some tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner? You’re exhausted, and it’s getting colder out there. A little comfort food would go a long way. We can even watch a movie if you’re up for it.”
She sighed. She didn’t seem to be getting through to him. At least she’d had her say, and she did appreciate the offer to make dinner two nights in a row. Her exhaustion was his fault, but he was willing
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