14. Chapter 14

"Logan, I need to see you. Now!" Coach barks.

I block a puck Tripp shot at me, and then skate over to where Coach Carl is waiting by our bench. His arms are folded across his chest, and he has one of his standard angry faces that you can never tell if it's his usual grumpy self or if he's pissed.

"What's up?" I ask, as I skate over to him.

"I liked the images from your charity event," he says gruffly. "I want you to keep up that appearance."

I nod, afraid to speak in case he's about to lay down a hammer on me.

"We leave next week for the Vegas tournament, and I need you to be on your A-game. Sponsors and some of our big donors will be in attendance. This is your chance to shine and help us win a championship." Coach Carl stares at me and I gulp down my nervousness.

It's been a week since I met with those kids and a week since I last saw Ashlynn. I hate how hot and cold she can be. She's managed to avoid me at the arena and dodges me when we see one another on campus. Everyone loved the images from my day with the kids and I have another day set up with them tomorrow evening.

"I'm ready, Coach. I'm not partying, and I've been putting in extra time on the ice," I tell him, feeling pride in myself for the first time in a long time.

"I need you to head up to the offices and meet with Ashlynn and Sawyer. I swear, I thought having my daughter come to Sunnyvale would be a disaster, but she's surprised me," he admits.

I'm shocked by his statement. "Are you two close?" I ask, though I already know the answer to that question. I don't think I've seen Ashlynn and Coach Carl say more than a few words to one another. They feel more like acquaintances than father and daughter, and that thought makes me sad. Ashlynn is incredible, and I want Coach Carl to know it.

"No. She's had a rough couple of years. I hoped that being here would be good for her, though I'm sure the first chance she gets, she will run off back to her mom and her wild life in Miami." He grunts and rubs the stubble along his jaw. "Anyway, get up to the offices and find out about your schedule tomorrow."

He walks back over to the other coaches and leaves me alone. Is Ashlynn going to leave Sunnyvale soon? I haven't even had a chance to get to know her and now I'm worried she's going to leave. With that, I stalk over to the elevators and push the buttons hard. Once I get to the PR floor, I move rapidly toward Sawyer's office. However, my steps falter as I pass Ashlynn's door.

Bent over in a short, jean skirt, she's looking at something on her desk. Her long hair was pulled back in a messy bun, strands falling across her face as she leaned forward in contemplation. I couldn"t help but notice the way her short skirt rode up her thighs, showcasing her smooth, creamy skin and taunting me with hopes of seeing her ass cheeks. The sight was mesmerizing, and I found myself unable to look away.

I haven't seen her in a week and somehow, she is even more beautiful now than I remember from the last time. I didn't realize how badly I needed to see her until this very moment.

Suddenly, as if sensing my presence, Ashlynn"s head turned, and our eyes met. I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks as I realized she had caught me staring at her ass. But instead of looking away, she held my gaze with a knowing smirk, almost daring me to continue. Ashlynn let out a small chuckle, the sound low and melodic, before turning back to her computer screen. Despite my embarrassment, a part of me couldn"t help but feel drawn to her confidence and unapologetic sensuality. I couldn"t deny that there was something magnetic about her, something that sparked a fire within me.

"Fuck, are you trying to kill me?" I asked, licking my lips as I stepped into her office.

Without thinking, I closed the door behind me. The sound of the lock clicking caused Ashlynn to stand.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"I have no idea," I reply, closing the space between us. "I'm supposed to be meeting with you and Sawyer to go over my schedule for tomorrow. But then I saw you bent over your desk, and I lost all train of thought." A desire so strong I am afraid I will break down, hits me all at once. I need to touch her. To kiss her. To claim her once again. Everything in me is craving the touch of this beautiful woman and I can't hold back any longer. I don't give a damn about the consequences right now. All rational thought is long gone.

Her breaths were coming out unevenly, and her eyes danced as they saw the growing bulge in my pants. I was still in my hockey practice gear which consisted of tight black pants and a white t-shirt.

"I think you should go," Ashlynn said, though her voice was barely above a whisper. "I think Sawyer left a little while ago…"

Her words die off.

My face is now inches from hers and I can almost taste the strawberry lip gloss she has on those perfect lips. I trail my hand down her arm and feel goosebumps in the wake of my fingers. She gasps but doesn't try to fight me off. We both know this is inevitable.

"Your schedule is on my tablet on the desk," she says, her lips quivering.

"Okay," I breathe.

My lips slowly brush against hers and I feel her body heat as my hands now grab her small waist and push her against me. Ashlynn doesn't fight me. Instead, she wraps her arms around me and runs her hands over my hair. When she lets out a little moan, I swear, I may come right there on the spot. I've had her before, but not like this.

I walked her backward until her legs hit her desk. Taking her in my arms, I twirl her around and bend her over the desk. I'm being rough, but neither of us seems to mind.

"Tell me to stop, Ashlynn," I say, as one hand lifts her jean skirt.

If she tells me to stop, I will. I may leave with a raging boner and want to die, but I would never force a woman to have sex with me.

"I can"t," she whimpers, pushing her ass against me.

Andthat's my green light that she's ready, and wants me just as badly as I want her.

Lifting her skirt up, I spot a black thong, and I can already feel my precum dripping into my boxers. With one hand, I rip off those panties and then tug down my pants and boxers in one quick movement.

"Shit, I don't have a condom," I grunt. It's not like I was prepared for this when I came to hockey practice today.

"I'm on birth control and clean," she says breathlessly.

"Good. I'm clean, too," I grunt, as I grab her ass and push my length inside of her.

A loud moan escaped her as I began hammering into her tight, wet pussy. Damn, I forgot how good she felt. I've been with lots of women, but none have ever felt like this. It's like my dick was made just for that pussy.

With each thrust, Ashlynn matches me by moving her hips and ass. The desk is moving, and a few items fall and roll off onto the floor, but nothing is going to stop us right now. She leans back, and I take the opportunity to cup one of her breasts in my hand. I can feel her walls tightening, and when she yells out my name, I feel her release, coating my dick with her juices. As we continue grinding, I slap her ass as my own climax builds. I want to stop and suck on her juices, but I'm not going to make it. It's been weeks since I've had sex– not since the last time I slept with Ashlynn– and my dick can't take much more.

Finally, I roar out my release as I push off of Ashlynn and spray into a waste basket next to her desk. When I'm finished, I pull up my pants and watch as Ashlynn shimmies her skirt back down over her hips.

We take a moment to catch our breath, both of us staring at one another. The silence is almost deafening.

"Well, the cleaning crew is going to have a surprise tonight," she says, breaking the quietness.

I can't help but laugh. "Yeah, I guess you will just have to explain it to them," I counter.

Ashlynn glared at me as she started to adjust things on her desk. "I can't believe we did this," she sighs, shaking her head.

I spot her panties on the ground and quickly pick them up and stuff them into my pocket before she notices. I need a souvenir in case she never lets me touch her again. Though, as pleased as she sounded coming on my dick, I doubt she's going to turn me down again.

"Why not? I had fun," I goaded her.

Sighing, Ashlynn tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. She grabs her tablet and sits in her chair. "Logan, I've told you before this is a bad idea. If anyone finds out…"

I cut her off before she could protest anymore. This thing between us is stronger than the both of us. I get her reluctance, but I don't think I can stay away from her anymore.

"Ashlynn, stop fighting this. We can hook up for a while without anyone knowing. If it goes bad, then we can just end things, and no one will ever know. But we both know we can't deny our attraction. I mean, I just fucked you on your desk."

She gawks at me like I've just said something horrendous. She knows I'm right; I can see it written all over her beautiful face.

She runs a hand over her face and stares down at her tablet for a moment. For a brief second, I'm worried that she's going to turn this down. If she does, I hate to say, I'm not above begging and groveling at her feet.

When she finally looked up at me, I felt a sense of hope ignite inside of me. "We have to keep it a secret. If my dad finds out, he will kill you. Promise me something, though?"

"Anything," Logan responded, his tone earnest.

"Let"s be smart about this. If we"re doing it... if we"re trying this," I gestured vaguely between us, "we need to keep the team out of it, at least for now."

"Agreed," he nodded, a sexy smirk playing over his face. "Our secret?"

"Our secret," I affirmed.

Logan let his fingers brush against mine, sending an electric jolt up my arm.

"It's our little secret," I say.

"Okay, but we have to be careful. This can never happen again in this office or anywhere close to where my dad is. We will have to figure out a way to meet up in places where we can't get caught," she rambles off.

I like that she's thinking about this. I hope we can make this work.

"I promise. We will be like ninjas. No one will ever know." I pause and then move to lean against the wall. "Anyway, as much fun as it was fucking you on your desk, we do need to go over my schedule for tomorrow. I have class in the morning and practice in the afternoon. Plus, I need to get ready for Vegas."

Ashlynn snaps as though remembering something. "Oh, shit. I almost forgot. My dad told me I had to go to Vegas, too. He tried to make it sound like he needed me there to help the PR team, but I think he just wants to keep an eye on me." She huffs and rubs her temple.

"That's awesome! We can hang out there," I say enthusiastically.

Slamming her hands on the desk, Ashlynn becomes flustered. "Logan, this is exactly what I was worried about. We have to be careful when we hang out. You can't be handsy and I can't get all flushed when you are around." Her admission causes me to grin from ear to ear

"You are right. I will be careful, but don't expect me to stay away." I plant a kiss on her lips and allow myself to linger there for a moment, my tongue brushing against hers. She moans into my mouth, and when she finally breaks the kiss, I lick my lips to taste the last remains of her strawberry lip gloss.

Rolling her eyes, she holds up the tablet so I can see the screen. "Anyway, we need to go over this schedule. You have time with the kids from six to seven tomorrow evening. I will be there to take pictures, and Sadie from the school paper will be there. Sawyer has some new sponsors that will be coming to Vegas, and she wants you and a few other players to meet with them. According to your schedule, you have class and practices taking up your time all week until we leave for Vegas."

I stare at the schedule and already feel exhausted from the amount of work I'm going to have to put in in the next few days. However, my mind also goes to trying to find time to hook up with Ashlynn, too.

Rubbing my jaw, I think carefully about my next words. "So, I will text you a time when we can get together because right now, other than hockey, my priority is spending more time with you."

Ashlynn's eyes grow wide, and I can see she is fighting with herself. "Well, you've got this schedule now. I just sent it to your email. Let me know what you figure out," she winks.

I push myself off the wall. Leaning over the desk, I admire the edge where Ashlynn was just hunched over, that perfectly round ass on full display for me. My hands are right next to hers, and she watches me carefully as I get close to her.

"We are going to find a way to make this work. I don't just want to fuck you, Ashlynn. I want to get to know you and give you a reason to stick around Sunnyvale," I say, my words hanging between us.

"What are you talking about?" she asks.

I don"t want to have this conversation right now, but soon, I will find out exactly why Ashlynn is in Sunnyvale and what I need to do to make her stay. This girl swept into my life and turned it upside down. I like the chaos she brings and I'm not going to let her walk away. I don't care what she did in her past or what she did to get herself sent here. This girl has stolen my heart, and I'm a goner for her.

"You will find out eventually, but for now, enjoy your night. I hope that you can still feel me inside of you." I stand and turn to leave. Unlocking the door, I walked out into the hallway and spotted Sawyer standing outside of the office, her mouth wide open and gawking at us.

Did we just get caught?