Before the game, we did not have enough time to go to our hotel, so we met Mark, Addison’s high school friend and the one who got her the tickets. He and his buddies were having a pre-game happy hour at a bar on Broadway. The music was loud, the beer flowing, and the chicken wings spicy enough.
“Addi, you brought the enemy,” Mark sneered, draping his arm over her shoulders and sitting way too close to her for my comfort, pointing in my direction with his chin. I scanned all around me. Yeah, I was the only one sporting Chicago’s colors. But I’d never betray my team. The Busters were not only my friends, but also people I respected and the best team in the league. No argument could change that. “I can’t believe you wasted a precious ticket on Chicago’s fan club.”
I sipped my beer, smirking behind my glass. “We’ll see who’s gonna cry himself to sleep later, man. I’m pretty sure my guys will crush yours before they can even understand the game has started.”
His hand fucking lingered on Addison’s back, and a seething rage erupted inside me.
On my feet, I moved into her space, my mouth an inch away from her ear. I heard her sharp intake of breath. Move to another target, Marky-boy. “Want a fresh drink?” She’d been sipping the same lemonade for the last hour.
“Please.” She raised her glass, sucking on the cherry she fished from the bottom.
Mark studied me, his eyes forming slits, trying to get answers to the questions that popped into his head.
I shrugged and averted my eyes, bringing my attention back to the woman who was oblivious to what was in front of her eyes.
Feeling cocky and wanting to give this guy a warning without being too obvious, I dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Be right back, sweetheart.”
His stare followed me, and I felt the burn on my back.
For some reason, I hated that guy. And I was generally someone who enjoyed the company of most people crossing my path. But Mark rubbed me up the wrong way. And his obsession with my date didn’t sit well with me.
An hour later, we crossed the street and mingled with the crowd marching toward the stadium, chanting, a contagious cheerfulness soaking the air.
Addison intertwined our fingers, hopping with each step. “This is amazing. I’ve never been to a playoff game before. It hasn’t even started yet, and I’m already pumped.”
I fastened my hand around hers, and my heart hummed in my chest from the happy vibes she radiated.
We ordered snacks, soda for her and a beer for me, and took our seats. This day was surreal. Chicago hadn’t played in the series for two years, and history was being created in Nashville. Exhilaration reverberated around us.
“Thanks for doing this with me,” she said, seated on my right.
People jumped to their feet, clapped, and wolf-whistled when both teams entered the ice, and for the next hour and a half, we screamed and sat on the edge of our seats, the game in front of us wild and entertaining.
The Honky-Tonks mascot, a raccoon, came to us during the first intermission and kissed Addison’s cheek, the episode displayed on the jumbotron, and the entire stadium erupted in cheers. The stupid animal pointed to my Chicago jersey and faked fainting, then returned his focus to the beautiful woman on my side. Her face tinted crimson, and she sipped her soda after smiling for the cameras.
During the second period, people, mostly assholes, walked past us, offering her beers that she kept under her seat with thankful nods, after they asked her on dates or offered to meet up with her later. This woman is a catch. I’m well aware. Get in line, dickwads. I curled a possessive arm around her shoulders, but they were either idiots or blind because none of them seemed to be deterred by it.
“Tuck. Do something. It’s getting uncomfortable,” Addison begged with rounded eyes after the ninth person came on to her, this time proclaiming his love, slurring his words.
My fingers brushed the length of her jaw, my body electrifying at the simple contact, and before she could argue, I claimed her mouth, sucking her bottom lip between mine. Her entire being stiffened, then relaxed as she locked her arms around my neck and pulled me to her.
I tried to break away, but Addison wouldn’t let me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. All hell broke loose, and with the permission she granted me, I kissed her like I’d been yearning to the entire evening.
A throaty moan crossed her lips, and I stopped the kiss. Else I’d be at risk of humiliating myself the next minute.
Breathless, our foreheads pressed together. We hadn’t noticed our faces being plastered on the jumbotron. The mascot on our right cupped his heart, his shoulders slumping forward with a saddened expression. People started laughing at his theatrical demeanor.
Second intermission? Did we miss most of the second period?
Addison buried her face in her hand. “Oh gosh, we always end up giving everyone a show.”
I removed her hand and kissed her temple, tucking her under my arm. “Can you blame them? I’m pretty good-looking.”
She slapped my stomach and rested her head against my shoulder.
“With anyone else, it would’ve been super awkward. Thanks for being here,” she said, her body comforting against mine as we watched the third period.
With VIP passes around our necks, we joined Mark and his father near the press box.
The fucker kissed Addison’s cheek—again—his hand splayed on her back. “How did you like it?” he asked, way too close to her face for comfort.
A permanent oversized stretch split her face in two, and her irises shone. “Best experience ever. I’ll do any rebranding you guys might have in the future for tickets like these. Thank you so much.” She attached her arms around his neck and hugged him. And Mark had the audacity to wink at me as she did.
As soon as he let go of her, I laced my fingers through Addison’s and pulled her closer to me, kissing the crown of her head, just for good measure.
“Addi, we’re having a private party later. Would you like to come?"
He dismissed me in front of her, not even being subtle about it.
“Sorry, man, we already have plans,” I chimed in, without giving her time to answer. I led her away, and she braked to a stop right there, spinning to face me once we got far enough where the guy couldn’t eavesdrop.
“Tuck, what the fuck. Couldn’t you let me reply? I think I can speak for myself. Don’t ever do that again. It was rude and unwarranted. We wouldn’t be here if Mark’s dad hadn’t offered me the tickets. And if Mark hadn’t vouched for me in the first place. So, play it cool. And respect my friend. Don’t go all caveman on me.” She angled her face to check on Mark and signaled with her finger. Wrath rippled from her as she waited for me to say something.
I dragged a hand through my hair and shook my head, glancing down, before I opened my stupid mouth. “The guy’s in love with you, Wilde. Big fucking much.”
She crossed her arms, death threats in her eyes. “No. We’ve been friends for years. Get your eyes checked. And don’t come up with stories to justify your behavior. I’m not buying your shit. You were rude. Accept it. Say you’re sorry. And move on."
“No, I’m not. Have you two ever dated?”
“What? No.”
“He has a crush on you. I’m telling you.”
“Stop. You know nothing about Mark.”
“You believe you know what you’re talking about. That’s where you’re wrong. I’m a guy, Wilde, and I know how guys think. With their dicks.”
“Not everyone is superficial or led by their hormones,” she countered.
“Oh girl, don’t play ignorant. You’re too smart to be that naïve.”
She groaned, and this little fight of ours got me hard for her. Right now, I wanted to make her kneel and fuck her devilish mouth to shut her up. Nothing could ever look as hot and dirty as Addison Wilde giving me a head.
This woman had a way of getting under my skin. All the time. No matter what she said or did.
“I swear—”
“You swear what, sweetheart? Let me hear you,” I pressed.
She muttered something I didn’t catch, then added, “Nothing.”
“It wasn’t nothing. Your eyes are spitting venom, and you’re flustered. What is it? Don’t be shy.”
A scowl painted her face.
“Since when do you shy away from your thoughts?”
“You’re acting like a jealous boyfriend. I’m not yours, Tuck. I never was and never will be. Stop acting like a possessive jerk.”
Her words rang true, but they sent my stomach spiraling with a foreign sensation.
“It’s not. I-I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. You can’t decide who I flirt with. It’s not your call. I can fuck whoever I want tonight, and you don’t have a say in it. My body, my life, my choice.”
Anger rose in my core. Her words made sense. I should be happy she didn’t see me as boyfriend material. Didn’t mean I had to agree. Or accept it. Imagining her having sex with the high-school loverboy sent chills down my spine. That meant nothing, but I hated the idea with a fervor I’d rarely felt before.
“Wanna fuck him? Go ahead. I’m outta here. See you tomorrow when I drop your ass back in Atlanta.”
I swiveled on my heels, about to explode, when a small hand clutched my elbow.
“Tuck, don’t go,” she said. I turned to watch her once I reeled in some of my ire. Hurt flashed on her face, but she kept her lips pursed into a thin line, her eyes telling me she wasn’t done with this conversation. “Wait for me. Geez. Let’s just say goodbye and thank him. That’s the least we can do.”
We walked back to Mark, and he took his time kissing her cheeks and whispering in her ear. Addison giggled and tapped his chest. I saw red. Blistering firetruck bleeding red.
Without a word, I grabbed her waist to spin her around and kissed her. She pushed away after biting my lower lip hard on purpose, then skewered me with a scalding gaze while faking an upturn of her lips for those watching. A new surge of fury swirled in me. Matching hers.
This furious version of Addison Wilde made me harder.
Minutes later, we walked toward our rental. Neither of us said a word, our feet pounding on the pavement. At the reception of the hotel we’d chosen for the night, we both took our credit cards out at check-in. The receptionist’s gaze traveled between us.
“Just to be sure, was it one or two rooms?” she asked.
“Two,” Addison said while I barked, “One.”
I angled myself to face her. “Come on, Wilde.” My tone had lowered. “Don’t punish me. Don’t turn your back on us. We agreed to one room.”
“There’s no us, Tucker. I don’t belong to anybody and certainly not to you. You made sure I knew from the start you were unavailable.”
She said everything I wished she’d say, but no matter how I tried to process it, it hurt like hell.
“Don’t ruin your weekend because you failed to notice your friend Mark has a crush on you,” I said, fighting with all my instincts that told me to kiss her and promise her the world.
“We’re not talking about this anymore.”
“Fine. Let’s get to our room. We’re meeting the guys from the Busters in less than an hour."
Once upstairs, the tension between us still ran high. After showering, Addison dropped her towel in the middle of the room while she rummaged into her bag for a new outfit.
A groan formed in my throat. The mixed signals emanating from her disturbed my mind. She didn’t want us to have sex. She told me she could bang whoever she decided tonight, but walked naked feet away from me without an ounce of shame or a second thought.
She hummed a song I didn’t recognize, slipping her curves into lacy black lingerie, ignoring me the entire time.
I rubbed the column of my throat with my hand, at a loss for words. Did she want me to spread her naked on the bed and have my way with her? Or was she just playing me to see how long it would take me to break and make a move on her, only for her to refuse me afterward?
With my dick pulsing against the zipper of my jeans and my brain not working right due to the lack of blood flow, I tried to solve the puzzle that she was, with no right or wrong answer. I entered the shower, the hot stream flushing out some of the angst bubbling in me.
Refreshed and deciding to give Addison a taste of her own medicine, I walked straight into the room bare-assed, my chest still glistening with pearls of water, like I owned the place.
Our eyes met in the mirror while she was applying her makeup, and I saw a tug-of-war going on in her head. Her little naked act earlier had repercussions she hadn’t expected. Pink covered her neck and cheeks. And now we were both aroused, but too stubborn to do anything about it. Because I’d made a promise to my best friend. And because we’d decided we shouldn’t get together before the wedding. And because we were both too proud to put a stop to whatever this was.
We both got ready in our respective corners. When Addison neared me in a short black dress that displayed her toned legs and delicious calves, I forgot about our fight.
“Can you zip me up?” she asked.
I nodded, unable to speak, rendered speechless by the sight of her.
To add to my weakness when she stood before me looking like a dream, she smelled like summer and nights of endless pleasure. God, I was so screwed when it came down to her.
I pushed her hair over her shoulder, my finger lingering on the soft skin of her nape. Shivers licked her spine.
“Would you have preferred to have accepted his invite? To hang out with him? On your own? Be honest, Wilde.”
“No. Never. We’re here together. Who do you think I am? You thought I would just drop you at the hotel and party all night without a second thought? Seriously, Tuck, what is wrong with you?”
I exhaled the remnants of my doubts and looked away.
“I. Don’t. Trust. The. Guy. Do you need me to spell it out for you?”
Anger laced her words. Addison turned in my arms, my digits still glued to her neck. “How did it become a trust issue? Did I do something to make you doubt me?”
“No,” I grumbled through clenched teeth.
“Then stop with the nonsense. I’m happy to meet your friends. I wanna spend time with ya. If I was into Mark, I would have been dating him, don’t you think? I’m not here with him; I’m here with you. I invited you. Stop being a jealous asshole. Grow the fuck up and don’t meddle in my personal life if it doesn’t concern you. I mean it.”
“Understood."
We lost ourselves in each other’s stares. Like two magnets, our mouths collided, and our hands traveled all over the other. Addison climbed me like a tree, rolling her hips over my engorged cock, whimpering into my mouth. My fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her lips where I wanted them to be while I feasted on the flesh of her neck and breastbone.
“I missed the taste of you so bad,” I said between pants.
“Oh Tuck. Never stop.”
One of my hands hitched under the hem of her dress, caressing the lacy fabric. My finger met her damp center, and she purred so loud it almost broke me right there.
With her body wrapped around mine, I stepped forward until I could press her back to the wall, granting me more room to eat her up the way I couldn’t stop dreaming about.
Reality hit me. Like a cold shower dampening the electric passion.
Addison felt it too because she leaned back, her lipstick smudged around her mouth, her eyes glossy with desire, and her chest rising fast.
I let go of her, and she scrambled back to her feet, adjusting her dress that had bunched up around her hips.
“We said no strings attached. No sex until the wedding. We gotta follow our own advice. We can’t keep doing this. Crash and burn together. Someday, the burn won’t heal. And we’ll be left with scars,” she said.
“I know. I’m sorry. I had no right to claim you as mine in front of your friend. Or here just now. You have a way of rattling my cage, and my control, Wilde. Two weeks to go and my dick would be all yours. For an entire weekend. You would own this playground. We’re almost at the finish line. Let’s not spoil it. And, by the way, I’d walk through lava to prevent you from getting hurt. And I won’t let dickheads hit on you without fighting them away."
She hugged me, her head pressing against my chest, our breaths returning to normal, the taste of her still on my lips. “We just had our first fight. And makeup session. I don’t like fighting with you. But this was hot.”
My palm cupped her head. “Me neither. I hate that. But yeah, this was pretty intense.” My lips lingered on her forehead before we broke apart.
Barry Hamilton, the best center in the entire country and my friend, greeted us when we walked into the penthouse the team had booked for tonight. After the Chicago victory, the guys had decided to have a small, low-key celebration since they had a strict curfew and low alcohol consumption rule during the playoffs.
“Hey man, I can’t believe you are here tonight,” he said, clapping my back and offering a beer. “Glad you could come.”
“Addison, Barry. Barry, Addison,” I said. “She’s the one who made it possible.”
He turned toward her and kissed her cheeks.
“Great game. Too bad you weren’t playing for the other team,” my date teased with a wink.
Barry’s baritone laughter vibrated through the room. “Guys,” he addressed his teammates, “the enemy is in the house. You have an hour to make her a Busters fan. Go ahead, seduce the woman.”
We all chuckled.
He spoke into my ear. “I like her, man. Don’t chase this one away.” He clapped me between the shoulder blades and turned to welcome more people.
“Okay, I like your friends, big guy,” Addison said once we put some distance between the team captain and us. “I think we’ll all get along just fine.”
I rested my hand on her lower back and walked her into the suite. “Ted Duffy, the goalie and a big fan of your friend Nick.” She gave me a puzzled look and I added, “I’ll explain later. Cory Black, Rory Dupont, Jeremy Butler, the best players in the league. This is Addison. Hands off, guys, she’s with me.”
My date shook her head, amused, and held her hand out to my friends.
They exchanged greetings and jokes as if they’d known each other for years and hadn’t just met, and another layer of calm blanketed me. Yes, the team captain was right. Addison Wilde was a keeper. Too bad I wasn’t looking to get settled down.
Hours passed, and I saw exhaustion taking over her features. Her lips didn’t stretch as wide when she smiled; her eyes didn’t shine as bright. She had been drinking only water and soda all night, yet she looked like she was about to pass out.
“You okay?” I asked, taking my place beside her on the couch when Cory Black moved to answer his phone and cut their discussion short. “You look tired.”
“I’m exhausted. Sleep isn’t too generous with me.”
“Come on. Let’s go home.” She wrinkled her face. Home? Why did I say that? “To our room. Luckily, we’re a couple of floors downstairs.”
“Thank God. I’m not sure I would have survived a car ride.”
We exchanged goodbyes with the guys, and Addison accepted the bag Ted handed her. “Hope we’ll see you again. Now you’ll never forget us, and maybe you’ll become our biggest supporter,” he said, pointing to the package I guessed was filled with merch and other Busters’ memorabilia. “Don’t forget to send me that custom shirt you promised. Tucker knows where I live. He’ll give you my address.” I had no idea what they were talking about, but by the enthusiasm pouring out from her, I had no doubt it was a big deal for her.
Rory Dupont neared us. “Addi, if things don’t work out with Tuck, gimme a call.” He winked. Fucker. He was aware it’d rub me the wrong way. I rewarded him with a murderous stare. And he smirked.
Most of the team knew about my no-dating rules, and tonight they enjoyed my presence outside my own comfort zone.
“Forget it, Dupont. She’s too good for you. You can handle a puck in the big league, but you’re still a novice with women.”
He laughed it off.
“She’s too good for you,” he whispered, hugging me. “She can handle your sorry ass like a champ, though. Too bad you’re not in the market for a relationship. Let me know when she’s a free agent.”
“Never,” I said through clenched teeth.
“Oh, I see trouble in your future.”
He exchanged goodbyes with Addison and walked us out before returning to his teammates.
The door closed behind us, and I squatted down. “Hop on."
“Tuck—what? Are you offering me a piggyback ride?”
“Come on, woman.”
She giggled as she placed her feet in my palms while her arms curved around my neck.
“Thanks for tonight. I had a blast.”
“The guys loved you. Now they’ll ask about you every time we meet. You made quite an impression on them."
“Your friends are nice. They made an impression on me too.”
Wearing one of my T-shirts at my demand and after she removed every trace of makeup from her face, Addison and I slid under the covers, our bodies molding together. My arm kept her close. She cocked her head to look at me.
“Night, Tuck.”
“Night, Wilde.” I inhaled her scent. “Am I still grounded?”
I heard the smile in her voice. “No, you redeemed yourself tonight. And I’m not sure I possess what it takes to stay mad at you. Tomorrow, we’ll tour the city since we were too busy the last time you came to Nashville."
“I love it. You playing tour guide. Can we ride scooters again?”
“Ha, I knew you liked it the last time.”
“I enjoyed spending time with you, and scooters make you happy. After all, you’re the President of the club.”
“Yes, I almost forgot I was at the top of the hierarchy. It’s a date then. You better fight my insomnia away, though.”
“Always, sweetheart. Lean on me. I have your back.”
I kissed her nape, and together, we drifted to sleep. And I prayed in my dreams we could be more. So much more.
It’d been four days since I returned from Nashville, and I was in a hurry to get home to talk to Addison. I had sent her a special package, and according to the app on my phone, it had been delivered three hours ago. I had taken the time to paste a “Don’t open without me” warning label before I mailed it. My meeting had lasted forever, and we had set our daily phone call for seven tonight.
The moment I crossed the threshold of my apartment, I loosened the tie around my neck and ditched my jacket. Summer was a week away, but the city was already sizzling under the suffocating heat. Looking at the time, I realized I had twelve minutes to spare, so I decided to jump in for a quick shower and change into more comfy clothes.
My phone rang as I slid the shirt over my head and scraped the remaining water droplets from my hair with my hand.
“Hey you,” I said, excitement building in me at the thought Addison had no idea what that box contained.
“Miss me already?” Most of the time, she used this as a line of greeting. Little did she know I did. More than I ever expected to.
“Depends. Do you miss me, sweetheart?”
“Don’t sidetrack, Tuck. The delivery guy dropped something earlier. And from the return address, it was sent from your city. Anything to do with ya?”
“It might. You’ll have to switch to video chat to be sure."
Seconds later, a notification pinged on my phone screen, and I accepted the call.
Addison, dressed down in yoga pants and a tank top, filled my screen. To my greatest enjoyment.
Her smile widened when our eyes connected.
“Fine, I miss you,” she said without missing a beat.
“Good. Are you ready for your surprise?"
“Should I be?” She clutched the box and shook it. “It feels like Christmas morning. I worked from home this afternoon, and I’ve been tiptoeing around it for hours.”
“Patience, Wilde. You’ll be rewarded soon.”
“Can I?”
“Have you been a naughty or a good girl?” I teased, my words expressing much more than what they said.
“A good girl.” Her gaze was glued to mine, and my heart skipped a beat at the fervor of our exchange. “Always. Being naughty isn’t an option. For another week.”
My throat worked. She followed the movement, her smile stretching bigger. Yeah, she got me there.
“Wanna play a game, Tuck?”
I shook my head with an equally wide smile. “Not before you open the box, sweetheart.” Even through a screen, the sexual tension bounced between us. “Go ahead, dig in.”
Through the screen, I waited for Addison to uncover what I sent as I sat on my couch.
Seated on her bed, cross-legged, she unwrapped the first item. “A lavender bath bomb.” She rolled the ball between her fingers before bringing it to her nose to take a sniff. “I love it."
“Something to appeal to your senses,” I said. “It is supposed to help you sleep better if you use it before going to bed.”
“Wow, thoughtful and sweet. Can I continue?”
“Yes.”
I studied her while she unwrapped a pair of bright pink fluffy socks.
“Something to keep you warm. And because your feet are always cold at night."
Her eyes lifted toward mine, and I read the realization in them.
“Observing and caring,” she whispered. “I love your attentiveness.”
Next, she pulled out a scented candle from the box.
“Something to set the mood,” I said.
My pulse raced while I studied her.
The corners of her lips tilted up. “Charming and seductive. Up till now, you get a perfect score.”
I high-fived myself mentally.
From her expression, I was confident in my choices.
Ripping the silk paper, she unwrapped a soft blanket.
“Something to curl into when I’m not around to cuddle.”
She stared at me, speechless. “Tuck—” she murmured after a moment, visibly touched. “Considerate and warm. You couldn’t be more on point. How can you know me so well?”
“You’re a fascinating subject to study. Keep going. You haven’t got to the best part yet.”
Like a kid, she rummaged through the box and unwrapped the silk paper around a book.
“Something to escape into,” I said. “I asked around at work, and the women told me it’s perfect for a romantic heart like yours.”
She flipped the pages, caressed the cover, and rested it against her chest.
“Generous and devoted. You asked around to get me a book?”
Was that moisture shining in her eyes?
I nodded. “I’d do it again just to see the elated expression on your face. It makes my day.”
“Wow. Thank you.”
She picked up a USB stick next. “What is it?”
“Something to soothe your soul. A playlist of love songs. We won’t fight over this one.”
Addison blinked and cupped her chest where her heart lay. “Kind-hearted and romantic. It’s—I’m impressed, big guy. You’re doing amazing so far.”
Seconds later, she unfolded a red lace slip, rubbing the delicate fabric between her fingers.
“Tuck, this is exquisite. And provocative. You chose it yourself?”
I bowed my head. “Something to feel beautiful in,” I replied, already picturing her wearing it.
Her fingertips padded the skin under her eyes, wiping away her emotions. Yeah, those were tears I’d spotted minutes ago.
“Wilde, I can’t chase away your insomnia when we’re far apart. I hope this will help you unwind.”
She wet her lips with her tongue, enough to send me over the edge, if I pumped my dick one too many times.
“There’s one last thing.” My voice sounded rougher.
She opened the small black and gold box and was presented with a vibrating device.
“Something to help you relax,” I said. “Orgasms are the best insomnia therapy. Better than any massage, in my opinion.”
Addison said nothing. Her chest rose and fell in a quick tempo.
“All for me?” she finally said. “You handpicked every one of these yourself? For me?”
I bobbed my head. “Yes. I called it the ‘Take It Easy Wilde Box.’ I would really love you to get a few good nights of sleep. Dahlia needs you sharp and ready for the wedding next weekend.”
“Thank you. It’s the most thoughtful, naughty, and sweetest gift anyone has ever given me. I love everything. It’s perfect. And I have no idea how to thank you the right way. You’re too far for a hug. Or a kiss.”
“One week. And you’ll be able to thank me in any way that pleases you. Now, go. By the way, I already charged it. So, you’re good to go whenever you’re ready.”
Addison’s warm laughter did strange things to me.
“You thought of everything.”
“I tried."
“Is it waterproof?” she asked with a quirked brow and that devious grin I’d come to love so much.
“Yep. You can read that book in your bath in candlelight after you give yourself the second-best orgasm while listening to a custom selection of romantic songs. Only to dress into something sexy while keeping your feet warm, and dreaming my arms are around you. How does it sound?”
“Like we need to hang up. Because I’m already aroused by the description. Unless you wanna join this little party?”
I cleared my clogged throat. “Not this time. For once, be selfish and think only about yourself.” My dick hated me for being too rational. Again. He wasn’t used to this altered reality. Neither was I. But I was starting to get attached to the new version of me.
“Okay, I will. This is really nice of you. Can we continue this conversation tomorrow as planned?"
“Absolutely. Go, exhaust yourself, Wilde. Let me know tomorrow how it went.”
“I will,” she said, her voice already lustful. “Hey Tuck? If this is the second-best orgasm I can get, what’s number one?”
“One Tucker Philips can provide.”
“I should’ve guessed. I’ll let you know tomorrow if you’re good enough to keep the top spot.”
“Yeah, do that. I’m telling you I’m not even scared for my title. Night, Wilde.”
When I fell into a deep slumber later, I could see her in my head as she moaned my name and abandoned herself to the pleasure only I could provide from a distance.
Sparks of excitement filled me. Sparks I could get addicted to.