Chapter 27

It's a good thing I don't suffer from allergies.

Since Jon discovered my love of flowers, he's sent me a daily delivery of my favorite blooms, alternating between pink English peonies, pink and white Avalanche roses, and today he's changed it up with an elaborate display of pink, purple, and yellow hyacinths. Each bouquet has arrived tied with an emerald bow. At this point, I'm finding it near impossible to understand how he hasn't dated before. I mean, come on, if I dreamt up my perfect man, he wouldn't be a patch on Jon Morgan.

Me

*Sends picture of latest flower arrangement.*

Oh, hello hyacinths. I'm running out of room on my desk. Thank you, baby.

It takes less than a minute to receive a reply.

Jon

Take them back to my apartment with you.

I don't want to clutter your tidy living space.

Take them back. That's an order, Felicity.

So bossy.

Be a good girl, and I'll boss you around again tonight.

I cross my legs, squeezing them together under the table as I remember the way Jon got me off over the phone last night.

What if I don't want to be a good girl anymore?

The dots indicating he's typing a message appear and then disappear but then appear again, and a delicious shudder racks through me as I read his response.

Then I'll finally be able to have my way with you.

I can feel the heat pooling in my core. I'm surrounded by colleagues, making the whole experience of sexting feel even more intense.

I'm sorry, you'll have to clarify.

I don't think you can handle it, Angel.

Handle what?

What I want to do to you.

I'm fisting my cock right now thinking about it.

Oh, Jesus.

I'm sitting at my desk…surrounded by people.

I'd love to eat you out under your desk.

On my knees between your gorgeous thighs.

You're a bad boy, Jon Morgan.

Yes, yes, I am.

Are you wet for me?

Yes, my knickers are soaking.

Uncontrollably.

Best you take them off then.

Now?

Are you wearing a skirt?

Yes.

Take them off, I want to think of you bare. I feel it'll give me added motivation in practice.

I slowly check around the room to see that no one is watching and then gently tug my thong down from under my pencil skirt, shoving it in my bag. I've never done anything like this before, but the thrill of following his commands sends my need into overdrive. The way I trust him makes me feel sexy in all the right ways.

*Sends picture of red thong in my bag.*

Good girl, nice and ready for me. When I get home, I'm going to devour that tight wet pussy.

I could double over and melt into a puddle, I'm so horny for him.

What are you doing right now?

Just then my phone lights up with a picture message.

He's standing in his hotel room bathroom, completely naked and fisting his thick hard cock. His dark, wavy hair tumbles over his eyes as he smiles at me in the reflection. It's by far the hottest thing I've ever seen.

Yeah, not bad.

Would you rather I flexed for you, Angel?

Hmmm, I could take it or leave it.

I'd rather you took it.

That can be arranged.

Iwish I was anywhere but in this office, and he was anywhere but in Nashville. I miss him.

"Is the sex with him as amazing as they say?" Kate shocks me from my daydream.

Gathering myself quickly, I pinch my fingers, drag them across my closed mouth, and throw away the imaginary key. "My lips are sealed. A girl doesn't kiss and tell."

"Well, I think you're doing womankind a disservice by not sharing the wonders of Jon Morgan in bed with us," Kate responds, picking up her coffee mug to take a sip. "Wait, you look a little flushed, babe." She smiles knowingly at my phone still in my hand. "Were you just texting him?"

"Nope," I say, popping the p and desperately trying to look unaffected.

"Oh my god, you were, weren't you? You were just sexting him in the middle of the office."

I roll my eyes as if that's the most preposterous thing I've ever heard. "Walk with me?" I say, motioning to the kitchenette with my head. I pick up my empty cup and make my way over and away from the eavesdroppers. Discussing my sex life in the middle of the office is not top of my priority list, even if sexting is.

Once safely inside the private kitchenette, I flip the coffee maker on and turn to Kate. "So, we haven't actually slept together yet."

Kate fights, really hard, to swallow her coffee and save me from wearing it. "I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you correctly. You say he hasn't fucked you yet?"

I roll my eyes, glancing through the archway to the main office. "Speak up a little, babe; I don't think Mark heard you on the tenth floor."

"Eh heh," she mocks, "but seriously, you haven't done anything with him yet? Jesus, woman, you've been seeing him for months."

Her assumption about our relationship timeline isn't exactly true, but I let that slide. "We've…done things."

"Thank God for that. I thought you were trying to tell me you hadn't touched him yet or something equally crazy."

I flush slightly, bringing the steaming cup to my lips and burning them. "Technically he's touched me, but I've yet to touch him." But boy does he have a dirty mouth.

"I have no words other than to say this is a travesty on behalf of all women. Have you seen your boyfriend's body?"

Yes, multiple times, the last time being around three minutes ago in a hotel mirror, palming his rock-hard cock.

I flip my mind back to her question. "Every time I try to touch him or return the favor, he tells me no and that it's all about me."

"Is he for real? Like, did you discover some magic formula to make book boyfriends a reality or something? Damn, girl." Kate drains the rest of her coffee and shakes her head. "Don't let this one go."

I have no plans of letting him go. But it doesn't matter how much Jon shows me what I mean to him; I still find myself waiting for it to go wrong. For him to wake up and realize he could have so much more—a supermodel, famous actress, hell, even Taylor Swift would probably date him in a heartbeat. It all seems too good to be true. Yet somehow, I can't help but ride this blissful wave, even if I know at the end that my heart will likely drown.

It's eleven at night when our team plane finally touches down in Seattle.

Two weeks of grueling games ended with a three-to-nothing win over the Nashville Storm. Overall, I played well. Four wins out of five leaves us second in the league, and although the season is still far from over, we're in a strong position to challenge for a playoff spot. It's a big turnaround from a few weeks ago when I was hauled into Coach's office and told to take a step away and get my head screwed on straight. Since then, my game has improved. I'm not at my best, but the GM seems satisfied, meaning I'm not likely to be traded anytime soon.

Since Felicity and I officially became a thing, my head has been firmly in the right place. Anxiety no longer gnaws at me as I go about my everyday routine. She's shone her light into the darkest parts of my life and brings me peace. She doesn't see me as some piece of ass on skates; with her I could be anyone—have a regular job and modest bank balance, and she'd still want me.

Looking over at Zach on the spare seat across the aisle, I feel like our lives have had a complete role reversal. When I went over to his place the night Felicity and I finally started dating, he practically poured his heart out, telling me he still loved Amie, and he was having his doubts over whether she actually did him dirty. Schneider is denying anything happened between them and so are his teammates who were there on the night the questionable photos of him and Amie were taken.

Whether she cheated or not, she still sat on another man's knee looking all too comfortable for the picture. She knew they would get back to Zach. Surely, she knew it would hurt him.

Bottom line, Zach could do so much better than Amie despite her groveling for him to take her back. That night at his place, I told him I thought he should move on, that no chick was worth the anguish and embarrassment she's put him through. Zach has never been an emotional guy, always level-headed and clear, but these past two weeks, I've seen a shift in him. He's withdrawn, and when he does speak, it's mostly out of anger or frustration.

During our stay in Nashville, we didn't share rooms, and I'm pretty sure Amie joined him for one or two nights. I'm also ninety-nine percent sure they're back sleeping together, and I'm equally sure she's going to tear him up again. But what can I say to the guy? He won't listen. He's head over heels for the wrong girl, and it cuts me to watch him accept being treated like this.

Since Zach knows my opinion on him rekindling with Amie, the animosity between us has cranked up a notch, and I feel like a shit friend for not supporting his relationship when all he's done since I've known him is pick me up and stand by me as I self-destructed and battled with my mental health. He picked me up from bars in an inebriated state with women hanging off me. He's wiped up my puke when I've been so pissed, I couldn't make it to the bathroom. He"s been tough on me when necessary, telling me how it is, and he's put an arm around me when I needed it most. And what am I doing for him in return? I'm doing anything but support his feelings for the woman he loves but somehow, I can't find it in me to encourage something I know is toxic. Watching what Elliott did to Felicity, the damage he inflicted on her confidence? I can"t stop that from happening to Zach. He seems hell-bent on taking this road, but I'm sure as shit not supporting it. They say love is blind and right now Zach could be its poster boy.

I step into my apartment a little after midnight. Body aching, I gently close the door, letting it shut with a light click. I fully expect Felicity to be sound asleep and curled up in my bed. Warmth floods my chest at the thought.

The arrangements I sent her have been carefully separated into vases and spread throughout the kitchen and living room, and I can't help but smile as I notice she's removed the emerald bows from each one and wrapped them around the vases. It's the little things my girl does that steal my breath, knocking me on my ass every time I see her. She's fucking stunning to look at but on the inside…yeah, she's the most beautiful woman I know. If she wasn't, Adam would've worked that out quickly. He's always had a gift for reading people, and I wonder what he'd make of Amie? He'd probably tell Zach to head for the hills.

I leave my suitcase just outside my bedroom and crack the door ajar. Light still glows from a small bedside lamp set up on my dresser, one that wasn't there when I left—it's cozy. As I look up, I see that the twinkling lights I had installed along the beams of my apartment ceiling are still on and it's kind of beautiful.

It's then I cast my eyes across to the bed and lock eyes on my girlfriend.

My breath catches in my throat when I take her in. Lying on her side, her head propped up on one arm, her gorgeous curvy legs crossed over at the ankle, she smiles at me in a way I don't think I've seen before. It takes everything just to remain upright as I take in what she's wearing. A black, lacy one-piece that cuts high on her hips, showing me the perfect curve of her luscious thighs and leaving very little to the imagination when it comes to her pussy. Through the sheer fabric, I can just about make out the small strip of hair she keeps rather than going totally bare, which I fucking love.

My mouth waters and my dick instantly jumps to attention as I drag my eyes up her body and fuck me, the lace bodice hugs the small of her waist and fights to keep her voluptuous breasts from spilling out and over the low-cut neckline. Thin black straps draw together as they reach her shoulders, and I wonder if they cross over and down her back. Fucking hell, I need to see the back of her because if it's anything like the front, I'm done for. Felicity wears her chocolate hair just as I love it, wavy and around her shoulders. Her full lips shine with her signature peachy gloss, and those emerald eyes cut deep into my soul as she stares heatedly at me through thick black lashes.

"Welcome home," is all she says as she rises to her knees and sits back on her heels, spreading her thighs slightly.

Yep, gone. Totally done for.

This is a side to her I've never seen before. Sure, we've had dirty talk, but Jesus fucking Christ, the woman before me is otherworldly, on a plane of sexy I've never witnessed, a level I never thought possible.

Transfixed, I shrug off my jacket and let it fall to the floor. I reach behind my back and with one smooth action, my black long-sleeved shirt is up and over my head, and my hands fall to my belt.

Before I can begin unlooping, Felicity is across my king-size bed, her hands grasping the buckle. "Let me take care of you tonight."

Placing my palm over hers, I use my other hand to tip her chin up to look at me. "You don't have to, Angel; I'd be happy to cuddle and just be with you. I've missed you so fucking much." More than I thought possible. I haven't been able to stop thinking about her, her scent, her touch, the feel of her lips on mine, her smile and laugh and how it rings around the room, captivating everyone who's lucky enough to hear it.

"I have too. I never knew two weeks could feel so long." Moving her hand to unloop my belt once more, she places a gentle kiss on my lips, and my body illuminates like the Christmas tree in the front room. "It's your turn to be looked after tonight."

Who am I to argue?

I've fantasized about Felicity sucking my dick, her plump lips taking me in so many times I can't believe it's finally happening. "Okay, Angel," I say, as I bring my hands to my sides, granting her full access to take me out. "But with you looking like this, on my bed, having not been able to touch you in two weeks, I'm not going to last long."

That earns me a wicked grin. "Oh, I'm not going to suck it just yet. I have another treat for you first."

Is it possible to come from thoughts alone? Because I'm thinking it is. I'm almost certainly leaking pre-cum.

Felicity unzips my pants, and they pool at my ankles. I step out of them until I'm left in only my gray boxer briefs which are failing to keep me contained as my hard cock pokes out from above the waistband, the tip glistening with my arousal. I feel her heated gaze travel down my body as she takes her bottom lip between her teeth. I lift my hand and gently tug to release that fucking lip. "Keep looking at me like that and I'll go off before you've even touched me."

"Best we get started then." She climbs off the bed and grabs a large towel and a bottle of intimate massage oil. Popping the cap, she kneels back on the bed, straddling the towel which is laid lengthwise across my white comforter. "Come lie here. I want to give you a massage but first, it's best you remove those." She points to my boxers.

I waste no time slipping them off, all the while keeping my eyes fixed on Felicity. I was right. Her lace bodice does cross over at the back, but her ass is completely exposed as it's a thong on the bottom half. Fuck, I'm so horny. I want to rail her into next week.

"Where did you get that little outfit from?" I ask, as I crawl across the bed toward her and lie face down.

Moving over my body and straddling my hips, Felicity seats herself on my ass and then begins squirting massage oil into her palms, rubbing them together to warm them up.

"I picked it up last week from a boutique lingerie store a few blocks away. I saw it and thought you'd like it." She begins kneading my sore deltoids, working her way down to my lats.

"You look so fucking hot." I groan as she continues to work my aching muscles, her touch soothing and effective. She's good at this, and I wonder if she's had practice. The longer she massages, the more my muscles relax until I'm in a semi-conscious state, caught in a blissful world of my girlfriend's hands on my body mixed with the burning need to touch her in return.

A few more minutes pass where we don't speak, instead enjoying the sweet aroma of the oil and the sexually charged atmosphere that's been growing between us since I entered the room.

"Flip over," Felicity finally says.

My cock is impossibly hard from the anticipation of what's to come. I smile up at my gorgeous girl as she straddles my hips and replenishes the oil, bringing her hands to the top of my shoulders, gliding them across my pecs and down my torso.

"Your abs are something else. They're like stone, chiseled to perfection but somehow still soft." She moans as she trails her light-pink fingernails along the dips and curves of my body. Her moan stiffens my cock further as her eyes drop down to where it's sitting just below my navel. I can feel how turned on she is, the heat radiating from where she's now sitting at the top of my thighs.

Without hesitation, she takes my cock in her right hand, gripping the base with a pressure that has my hips jolting off the bed.

"Oh, baby," I gasp on an exhale, squeezing my eyes shut as I try not to go off like a rocket. I'm so turned on I could come on the first stroke.

She giggles, clearly enjoying the torturous pleasure she's putting me through, and then swipes her thumb over the tip of my cock, twisting her hand around the shaft and pumping me slowly. I'm about three seconds from losing it completely.

"You like that?" she asks, her tone sultry and low. Her normally bright-green eyes have turned several shades darker, and her pupils are filled with lust. She's loving having the control tonight.

Continuing to grip my shaft, she slowly drags her center down my thigh as she inches her mouth toward me. I can't only feel her arousal as she moves down my body, but I can smell her sweet scent too, overpowering the final traces of fragrance from the oil. Fuck me, this is the hottest experience of my life. Ever.

"I need to have you in my mouth." No sooner have the words left her lips is her tongue swiping over the crown of my cock.

I let out a guttural groan, unable to contain the searing white heat coursing through my veins.

One.

Two.

She gives three swipes of her pink tongue over the tip before she swirls it around the head, finding that sensitive spot and placing pressure on it. "Fucking hell, Angel," I grind out. Every nerve in my body is on fire as I start to feel the pressure build in my lower spine. "I'm going to come any second."

"You're huge, Jon. I don't know if I can take you fully, but I'll try."

I reach out and cup her cheek, ensuring her eyes are on me. "There's no pressure, Felicity. You don't have to do any of this, but fuck me it's amazing."

A look of determination casts across her face as she slowly lowers her mouth onto my cock once again, this time taking me deeper than before. She takes several inches before she gags, and I want to remind her that she doesn't need to go any further, but I don't. I sense she wants this as much as I do. She takes me as far as she can, which is further than any woman has gone before, and fuck does it feel good.

Lifting back up, she releases me with a pop, and then…holy shit. She spits on my dick, using it as lubrication as she rolls her hand up and down my shaft, gripping me with just the right amount of pressure. "Is that good? Do you like it?"

I've always been a talker in bed but tonight, I'm speechless. Words have left the building as I manage to choke out, "Fuck, yes."

A sexy smile pulls at her swollen lips as she takes me down her throat again, her hair falling forward and over my stomach. I gather it in my fist and tug, indicating I need her to stop. "I'm going to come, Angel, right here, right now, in your mouth." My words are breathy, and my body's coiled like a spring ready to fire off.

"I want to taste you." She leans forward and kisses me passionately, our tongues stroking over and over.

On hearing those words, my last shred of control snaps. "Then open up, Angel, and take me. I want to watch as I brand your throat and mark you as mine."

She does, gripping my hips as she relaxes her throat and takes me fully, moving her head up and down my shaft. Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks my cock expertly, bringing me all the way to the precipice of pleasure. Taking her hair back into my fist so I can see her lips work without obstruction, I begin thrusting my hips in sync with her motions.

"Fuuuck, I'm coming. That's it, greedy girl, take all that cum, suck me dry. It's all for you." I release on a growl that reverberates around the bedroom.

She looks me straight in the eyes as jets of my cum squirt into her mouth and down her throat, and I watch her swallow as she takes everything I have. Her eyes are watery, her mascara slightly smeared, and I swear to God, she's the hottest thing I have ever seen.

This woman is a fucking goddess, and she's all mine.