Chapter 9

"Is that the third puck related injury this week, or the fourth?" I placed Oliver"s coffee down in front of him and leaned my hip against the edge of the desk. "I"ve lost count."

He chuckled and finished typing whatever he was typing before leaning back in his chair and picking up his mug. "Half the kids in Opal Springs want to be ice hockey players now. The other half can"t seem to decide between rugby injuries or soccer ones."

None of the injuries looked major to me, just a bump to the head or the occasional broken arm.

"Isn"t that how it goes?" I asked. "Half want to be ice hockey players and the other half want to be with ice hockey players."

He hummed indeterminately. "Which one are you? How did your date with Toby go?"

He tried to keep his voice light, but I knew him well enough to know he was slightly on edge. Not entirely certain of this agreement.

"It was nice," I said. "We"re going out again on Sunday night."

"Did you sleep with him?" Oliver asked.

"Did you take lessons in being blunt from him?" I placed my mug down and sighed. "No, I didn"t. We decided not to rush."

"Good." Oliver nodded slowly.

I watched his expression for a few moments. "Is this where you tell me you"ve changed your mind? You don"t want to share?"

"I haven"t changed my mind, but the idea of him touching you still makes me stabby." He smiled faintly.

"You can"t go around stabbing people," I said. "Especially when you agreed to?—"

He rose and grabbed my arm to pull me toward him. "I know what I agreed to. I also know how I feel about you and I don"t want you to get hurt. I wish we could be together all the time. With or without Toby or whoever catches your eye."

I leaned into him, my face pressed against his chest. "I want that too. I feel like we"ve waited forever. I understand why we have to keep waiting, but it"s hard."

He chuckled and pressed his growing erection against my leg. "It always is around you, Marley-Jane."

"I"ve noticed that about you, Oliver John Ryan," I teased.

"What can I say, you"re a fucking gorgeous woman, who I can"t get enough of." He nuzzled his face into my hair.

"Which reminds me, I need a new prescription for my birth control," I said.

"I"ll fix it up." He ran his hands down my back, to my ass, picked me up and placed me on the top of the desk. "In the meantime, it"s time for you to have a thorough examination."

"Is that right?" I asked teasingly.

"Definitely." He slid his hands up my skirt, over my thighs. He traced light circles on the insides as he went, inching up every centimetre of my skin. "You know what they say, Doctor knows best."

"I haven"t heard that one before," I said. I placed my hands on the desk behind me and leaned back, letting my legs drop open wider.

"Really? I"ll have to say it more often." He pushed my skirt up to my hips and ran the pad of his thumb across the gusset of my panties. His caress sent a jolt of electricity all the way through me. He always knew exactly how to touch me to turn me into a needy pool of jelly.

"Or you could just not talk at all?" I suggested.

"Oh?" He glanced up at me. "You can think of something better for me to do with my mouth?"

"Definitely." I rolled my hips, rubbing my pussy against his hand.

"Whatever the woman wants." He took hold of the waistband of my panties and pulled them down my legs and off my feet. Firm hands on my thighs, he held me in place while lowering his face to my pussy. Blue eyes on me, he ghosted his tongue up and down my seam. Feather light at first, but quickly growing firmer as he devoured me.

I lay back against the cool of the desk top, the wood a refreshing contrast to my heated skin.

"Oliver," I whispered. I writhed against his mouth, my breath coming in tiny pants and whimpers. He knew exactly what to do with his mouth to push me hard and fast towards the edge.

His response was to work me harder, drawing my clit between his lips and sucking and nipping.

I wanted to make it last, but I never could with him. Not the first time. Being around him had me on edge so much, I was ready to pitch over in a heartbeat.

He drew his face back from me for a few moments, before diving back in, helping me to last for another minute or two before I came hard against his mouth.

My hips lifted off the desk, but his firm fingers held me so his tongue didn"t leave my clit until I"d come down from my orgasm.

He finally took his mouth off my hypersensitive nub and straightened up. He undid the front of his pants, letting his erection spring free, thick and ready. Hands back on my hips, he pulled me towards him, sliding me onto his cock.

His eyes half-closed, he groaned with appreciation. "You're absolutely incredible. I forget how good you feel until you"re around my dick." He pulled my legs up until I wrapped them around him, my heels pressed against his bare ass.

"I love having you inside me," I whispered. "Don"t hold back."

"With you? Never." He thrust inside me like a man who wasn't sure he"d get the chance again. Like he wanted a memory to keep him warm at night. Not just now. Every time we fucked, it felt like he was fully appreciating every centimetre of my pussy. With him, I never felt taken for granted. He made me feel like I was a goddess, him worshipping every bit of my body.

My back slid across the top of the desk, over and over while he pounded into me.

"If I could freeze time, I"d freeze this, right here," he ground out between thrusts. "Being buried inside you is everything. I never want to stop." He rolled his hips, driving himself deeper and deeper. Every stroke was stronger than the last, hitting me all the way through, like he was trying to become a part of me.

"That feels so good," I said breathlessly. "Don"t stop."

"I won't." He pressed a hand between us to rub my clit. "Come with me. I want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock."

"I"m so close," I said. "Just a few more…ahhh, there." I came harder than before, taking him with me.

Our groans and moans mingled together so I could hardly tell who was making which sound. It didn"t matter. The only thing that did was the rush of blood through my body, the fireworks of bliss in my vision, the way he went still as he spilled himself inside me.

We panted together, both coming down from our high, holding each other as tight as we dared. Skin on skin, warm and comforting, slick with his leaking cum.

Another beautiful, stolen moment neither of us would regret. Another one we'd have to keep a cherished secret from the world.

For now.