couldn’t ignore the annoyance he felt that she couldn’t give him even a little bit of room in her heart.
Tonight he was determined to get her to finally give in to at least one of her needs. Maybe spank her but no sex. As much as he wanted to, when he finally sank his throbbing cock into her tight, hot, wet pussy and fucked them both stupid, there would be no reason to deny their attraction. He could balance both hockey and seducing her. There were no problems so far, and Alexi was on board with her being in his life, but Brice needed to talk to her father and the rest of the team, see how they felt about the notion and make them understand this wasn’t a fling. He was serious about her.
He did the last lap and got out of the pool. He dried off and put on sweatpants and a T-shirt and stuck earbuds into his ears and headed for the gym. Another hour down, which he ended with yoga before he jogged back upstairs to his apartment. He still wasn’t sure how he could convince Ava to go along with his idea of trying to take off some of their sexual needs with a little mutual masturbation.
The scents of scrambled eggs and bacon wafted toward him when he entered the door. His stomach rumbled. A plate was already set up for him, with a basket of croissants placed in the middle of the table. She turned toward him, annoyance on her face. “You could’ve woken me. I need to get some exercise done. I’m starting to feel lazy.”
He waggled his eyebrows and murmured, “I can help you with that if you’d only let me.”
She rolled her eyes and sat down across from him. “Sex may be a great form of exercise, but I can’t do it all the time. I need to be able to walk and shower and stuff. We can’t have sex yet.”
He shrugged and settled down at the table. “Leaving the apartment is overrated. At least I’d know you were sated. I did notice you didn’t rebuke me and you said ‘yet.’ I see someone is more open to sex with me. That’s good. So after the game?” He hoped she’d say yes and just agree instead of fighting him.
“You’ll find out,” she teased. “What’s on the agenda today besides practice and lunch with the guys? My brain is a bit fuzzy. I’m still tired.”
He thought about his schedule. “Another interview with a local paper and another talk with one of the middle-school hockey teams. After that my day is all about you.”
“Am I going to need a helmet and pads for this?” A smile quirked her lips.
“Nope, but you will allow me to cook dinner for you tonight. No complaints.” He waited for her to say something negative. As much as he wanted to take her out, maybe dinner in would be better for them to continue bonding.
She didn’t protest; she only grinned. “Fine by me. I like it when a man caters to me.”
“That’s not all. After dinner you’ll let me take care of you sexually.” He waited for the explosion.
It didn’t come. She just eyed him. “Fine. One night, but after that, you’re going to live like a monk, understand? No masturbation or sex of any kind, not before the game.”
Relief swept through him at her words. “Deal. How do you feel about anal stimulation? And sex toys?”
Just asking her about it made his skin flush with heat and his body tighten. His cock jerked, and his balls throbbed for relief. He hadn’t let off any sexual tension last night, so tonight he’d make up for it. Brice just hoped she was up for his ideas. He wanted to explore some of her bondage and spanking needs.
“I’ve never had anal sex.” She didn’t look at him, but he didn’t miss the red flush in her cheeks. Instead she focused her attention on finishing her breakfast.
“Would you like to try it?” He hoped she’d say yes. Brice wanted to be able to claim every inch of her body and make her his.
“I’m willing to try anything once. Enough sex talk. Finish eating and get a move on. You’re at least two minutes behind schedule getting to the arena.”
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