24. Maddox

Chapter 24

Maddox

Is she out of her fucking mind?

There wasn't time to tell Bristol not to mess around down there before Jared pushed through the door to my office, closing it behind him.

Thank God I was sitting down because my knees would have given out the minute Bristol's hot mouth swallowed my cock. It had been far too long, and I silently cursed that I wouldn't be able to savor every minute of her sucking me off because I had to focus on not giving away that I was getting a blowjob under my desk in front of my boss.

"What can I do for you, Jared?" My voice came out harsher than I intended, with my teeth gritted against a fresh wave of pleasure.

His brows furrowed as he took a seat opposite my desk. "Everything all right, Maddox?"

"Fine." I gave him a tight smile as Bristol swirled her tongue over the head of my cock.

"Good. I wanted to come down and touch base about Dream Day coming up. "

With all my blood pooled below my waist, I struggled to focus on what he was talking about. "Dream Day?"

Jared eyed me carefully. "We do it every year, bringing in a few kids with life-threatening conditions whose dream it is to be Speed players."

"Right." Jesus, how could I forget? Those kids who came in year after year were little warriors fighting against conditions and diseases that brought grown adults to their knees. "How many do we have this year?"

"Five. They're coming in next week after we get back from Wisconsin."

"Great. I'll make sure to speak with the guys about it." I hoped that was enough to satisfy him and he would leave because I wasn't going to last much longer with Bristol's skilled mouth going to town on me like I was her last fucking meal on Earth.

"The PR staff will set everything up, but I wanted to touch base with you personally because one of their dreams was to be a coach."

Stunned, I sat back in my chair before realizing my mistake because my dick was out and sat forward again suddenly. "A sick kid's dream is to be a coach?"

"Would seem so." Jared nodded.

Coaching became my consolation prize after my playing career had come to a screeching halt. To know it was someone's first choice, their dream? It was hard to wrap my mind around.

There wasn't much time to think about it, though, as Bristol took me so deep that she gagged, the sound loud enough that Jared's eyes widened.

Fuck. I had to cover this up and fast.

Placing a hand to my stomach, I let out the groan I'd been holding in the entire time she'd been servicing me beneath the desk. "Sorry. Haven't felt the best today."

Jared stood, backing away like I might projectile vomit on him. "Why don't you take the rest of the day off. "

I waved him off. "I'll be fine. You'd think after learning I was lactose intolerant, I would lay off the dairy, but I can't resist it. Comes with a price, though." Those final words sounded as if I were in pain as I struggled to keep from blowing my load, but it worked to sell my story.

When he realized I wasn't contagious, Jared visibly relaxed but still stepped toward the door. With his hand on the handle, he turned back. "Oh, and about the reporter."

Those were the magic words that had Bristol slipping her mouth from my throbbing length mere seconds before I lost control.

"What about her?" I couldn't keep the bite from my tone.

"Relax, Maddox. I know how it goes."

My eyebrows raised. "You do?"

Releasing the handle, he leaned against the door, facing me. "Most people don't know this, but Tori was working for the Heroes when we met. I sustained an upper-body injury that kept me out of the game for about six weeks, and she was the physical therapist assigned to the players who stayed back to rehab while the team traveled. We spent a lot of time together that led to a friendship, and eventually more." He chuckled. "Thirty years later, we have four kids and three grandkids. All I ask is that you keep it professional at the rink."

I nodded. "Got it. Thanks, Jared."

He opened the door and left, latching it behind him.

Hands pushing on my knees forced my chair to roll back enough to allow Bristol to climb out while I tucked myself away in case any additional visitors dropped by.

Wide-eyed and flushed, she asked, "You disclosed our relationship to the team?"

I hauled her onto my lap. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't?"

Bristol dropped her gaze, chewing on a corner of her lip. " I don't know."

"Have I not made myself clear? I want to be with you. I'm a grown-ass man, and I have no desire to sneak around like a teenager when it comes to our relationship. You went to your boss today, so I did the same. It's not a big deal."

She let out a shaky breath. "After what Nix put me through, being the booty call he never took out in public, it is a huge deal. I'm so used to giving one hundred percent in a relationship because my partner never met me halfway that it never occurred to me that you would take the same leap I did this morning."

I bristled. "Is that what you think of me? That I'm no better than him ?" Venom dripped from that last word.

"Of course not," she rushed to say. "It's just . . . I don't know what it's like to have an equally invested partner."

Cupping her face, I let out a sigh. "That breaks my heart, Bristol. You're this beautiful, intelligent, caring young woman. And don't get me started on those flashes of sass that peek through. They drive me wild. Any man who couldn't see the prize sitting before him needs to have their head examined because when I look at you, I truly believe I'm the luckiest man in the world to have your attention."

The tiniest hint of a smile tipped up on her kissable lips. "I think we both know you have more than my attention."

"Affection, then," I countered, hope blossoming in my chest that she might admit it went beyond that.

Bristol blushed and nodded.

My mind hadn't found a label for my feelings for her, but I had a sneaking suspicion it would eventually land on love. I'd been witness to it with my best friends. Braxton was utterly smitten with Dakota. And Jenner . . . Well, if Jenner felt even half of what I did for Bristol about his ex-wife, then I wasn't sure how he was still standing .

Losing Bristol at this point was unimaginable—it would wreck me. She had quickly become the air I breathed, my light in the dark, my reason for living.

Hockey had been at the forefront of my life for so long it was strange to have something steal focus from it. But my role had changed, and it was good to have a new purpose—one that still revolved around the game but kept me a hell of a lot warmer at night.

Now that I had her, I never wanted to let her go.

"Dinner tonight?" I asked.

Beautiful blue eyes peered up at me. "Sure. I've got to get home and write my article, but I can meet you afterward. Send me an address, and I can meet you wherever."

As much as I would love to show her off, tonight, I wanted her all to myself. But she'd find that out later.

"Perfect. I'll send that over when we're done here."

She reared back, confusion filling her face. "Done with what?"

Dark laughter fell past my lips. "Oh, sweetheart, did you think you were going to get away with that little stunt under the desk with my boss in the room?"

Bristol's plush lips parted, and she stammered, "Um—I really didn't—I don't think—"

I silenced her with a finger pressed to her mouth. "That's right, love, you didn't think. That's the problem." Shoving her off my lap, I gestured toward the door. "Lock it."

She nodded, her footsteps muted by the carpet lining my office. She flicked the lock on the doorknob before returning to where I sat in my desk chair and awaited her next instruction.

Leaning forward, I inched the hem of her skirt up her thighs, revealing that her stockings were indeed lace-lined thigh-highs and humming in satisfaction at that discovery. I continued to tug it over the curve of her hips until it bunched around her waist. Dipping my head to the juncture of her thighs, I paused for a moment to inhale her scent. It was intoxicating, and I couldn't help darting my tongue out and tasting her through the fabric of her black lace panties.

Bristol's moan reached my ears, and I glanced up to find her eyes closed.

"You heard what McCall said. It stays professional while we are at the rink."

Those baby blues flew open, filled with lust and a question—was I going to leave her hanging?

Not on your life.

"Starting tomorrow," I rasped, sliding her panties to the side and diving back in.

Her hands fell to my head with an anchoring grip in my hair as my tongue swiped through her slit. I couldn't get deep enough and let out a growl of frustration. I wanted to swim in her juices, to have the taste lingering for hours until we could be together again.

Digging my fingers into the flesh of her soft hips, I lifted her onto my desk as I stood. Her heels made a soft thud when they slipped off her feet and landed on the floor. Placing a palm between her breasts, I urged her to lay flat. Her heartbeat raced beneath my touch as her chest heaved in cadence with her panting breaths.

"Think you can be quiet, love?"

She nodded, but we both knew that was a lie. Scanning the area with something to gag her with—my hands intended to be otherwise occupied as I feasted on her pussy—I honed in on her thigh-highs.

That'll work.

Peeling the silky-soft sheer material down first one leg then the other, I balled them up, commanding, "Open wide. "

Obeying without a second thought, she parted her lips, allowing me to stuff the makeshift gag inside. Convinced that would dull her screams enough not to draw too much attention, I eased her panties off before dropping to my knees, putting myself at eye level with her glistening pink pussy.

God, it had been too long.

"Naughty girl," I teased, dragging a finger through the wetness and rubbing a tight circle over her clit. "Drenched for me at the thought of being caught beneath my desk."

I slid that finger deep inside her, and Bristol's back arched, a muffled moan barely audible in response. Her warmth gripped me tight, and I could only imagine how incredible it would feel around my cock later tonight. The thought had me rock hard, my hips bucking as my cock sought relief.

Easing in a second finger, I teased the sensitive skin of her inner thighs with my lips and teeth, nibbling before soothing the hurt. The memory of marking her was fresh in my mind; this was a location I could do so where no one else would see.

Bristol writhed on the surface of my desk, silently begging for more as her walls gripped my fingers.

I could draw this out, take my time with her, edging her until her brain was mush and she would be unable to walk out of here on her own power. But we both had work we needed to finish this afternoon, and I consoled myself with the fact that I could keep her up all night long, hearing her scream as loud as she wanted in my bed.

Flattening my tongue, I took a long drag through her dripping pussy, coating it in her flavor. I hummed against the slick flesh, and she jolted against my face.

"Does that feel good, baby?" I murmured .

I received a muffled sob in reply. That was good enough for me.

That swollen little bud demanded my attention, so I latched on, sucking gently at first. Bristol's hips bucked against my face, chasing her pleasure as I increased the level of suction on her clit. My fingers slid in and out of her, the pace quickening when I felt the first warning spasms that she was close. Flicking my tongue rapidly, I banded my free hand over her waist, keeping her still, only allowing her to take what I was willing to give.

Her thighs shook violently where they were placed over my shoulders, and I fucked her harder with my hand and mouth until her entire body seized, growing taut as her orgasm slammed into her, and her pussy gripped my fingers so hard I worried she might break a bone.

Licking up every drop of arousal, I eased her down slowly until she was left lying boneless, draped across my desk. Rocking back on my heels, I scanned her flushed face and knew I'd never seen a more beautiful sight. Visions of this woman's sated form were so breathtaking they deserved to be hung in museum galleries. And she was all mine.

Fucking finally.

The sharp sound of her trying to catch her breath through her nostrils had me jumping up to ease the stockings from her open mouth. The thin material was soaked through. But they'd served their purpose, even if not their intended one. I'd buy her more, so I could ruin them all over again.

I dragged a hand along my jaw, rubbing her juices over my skin, trying to soak her in. It was going to be a hell of a long afternoon without her, but the scent would serve as a reminder that she now belonged to me.

My cock was painfully hard, but he, too, would have to wait until later. He'd been patient during all the back-and-forth teasing between me and Bristol over the past few months, but tonight, he would be rewarded with more than just my hand. Not to mention the promise of steady sex for the foreseeable future.

I extended a hand to Bristol and she took it, allowing me to pull her into a sitting position. Dazed post-orgasm, a lazy smile curved on her face. "Hmm." She threw her arms around my neck. "Wanna carry me outta here?"

I nuzzled her neck, breathing her in. "There's nothing I'd love more. But we both know I can't." Chuckling, I reminded her, "We are still at work."

"Oh yeah." She sighed like she'd completely forgotten. "I think I may have to institute a rule about only fooling around in direct proximity to a bed if you're going to use your voodoo tongue powers on me."

Pulling back, I let out a hearty laugh. When her personality shone through, it made me want to lock her down immediately. It was too soon, I knew that, but she was something else.

"Voodoo tongue powers?"

She gestured to my mouth with a hand. "I don't know what else to call it when you steal my ability to walk every time you go down there. If you can't control yourself until we are in a position where I can lounge for the next several hours while I regain feeling, then I may have to limit your access."

Fisting her stunning red hair, I tugged, forcing her head back as I claimed her mouth in a punishing kiss. Teasing my tongue deep into her throat, I took what was mine. Only breaking away when we were both breathless and panting, I growled, "There will be no limiting access, understood? Going down on you gives me life."

Bristol closed her mouth and swallowed hard. "Uh-huh."

Patting her thigh, I helped her down, righting her clothing and slipping her heels onto her bare feet. Making sure she was steady enough to walk, I guided her toward the door, whispering as I unlocked it, "Maybe take a nap when you're done with work because you're not going to get any sleep tonight. "

She twisted her head around, her eyes sparking with mischief. "Promise?"

I would have to set a reminder on my phone to rub one out before she came over tonight because there was no way I would last more than sixty seconds with that vixen in my bed.

Giving her one last kiss, I sent her on her way.

It was going to be a long afternoon.