The Hockey Captain’s Unwanted Wife (Blair and Grayson) novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219

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I stared at Charlotte.

I could not focus on anything else.

I was not even sure what the film was about. A dog. A horse. Something with legs. I was not fucking sure. People on screen were talking like the plot mattered. It did not. The only thing in the suite that mattered was sitting next to me in a dress that should have been illegal on movie night.

I could not stop looking at her.

Had she put oil on her legs?

They were shining. Smooth. Calling out to me. Begging to be touched and kissed. Since when had she been this irresistible?

She had always been Charlotte. Hoodies. Messy hair. My best friend on the other side of the room. Now she was a problem I could feel in my teeth.

I would not have been surprised if my tongue were hanging out.

I had never had this strong a reaction to any other woman before. I had never had to hold back like this either. It was fucking hard. It was excruciating. My cock was in pain, getting bigger by the second, and there was nothing noble about it.

Good thing I had a pillow over my lap.

If not for that, she would have seen how hard I was. She would have seen that one night had not ended when I said it. It had followed me onto this couch and taken a seat.

She leaned over for popcorn.

Her hand brushed mine.

Her breasts almost pushed out of the tight dress.

I froze.

My hands itched to grab her waist and pull her onto me. To put her in my lap. To shove that dress up and \ find out if she was already wet. To stop pretending I could sit through this like a man with self-control.

“I like it so far,” she said with a smile.

“Mmm?”

“The movie.” She glanced at me and caught me staring at her breasts.

I should have looked away.

I did not, not fast enough.

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“Yeah. It’s a good movie.” I lied.

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not know a single plot point. Someone on screen spoke. Charlotte laughed once. I memorized the sound instead of the joke. The dress kept winning. Every time she shifted, more thigh. Every time she reached forward, the see-through fabric did something with the lamp that made my brain short-circuit.

One night.

I said it in my head like a rule that had already failed.

She tucked a foot under herself.

The dress climbed.

I looked at the ceiling. Then at her mouth. Then at the pillow like it was a teammate I needed to thank for keeping me from committing a crime in the middle of a film.

“You’re quiet,” she said.

“Saving energy. Need to qualify tomorrow.”

“You usually talk through the whole film.”

“Being quiet. For my sanity. You should thank me. You usually complain when I talk throughout the

movie.”

She smiled, and I wanted to put my mouth on it. I wanted to bite that smile. I wanted to hear her scream the way she had last night when I was inside her.

I ate popcorn instead.

I almost choked when she spread her legs open a tiny bit.

Not much.

Enough.

Enough that my mind went straight back to the wall. To how tight she had been. To the sound she made when I first pushed in. I gripped the bowl hard enough that the plastic made a sound that made her look.

Minutes dragged.

An hour.

I did not know.

Time had left the suite.

I counted corners instead of scenes. Turn 1. Turn 2. Turn 5, which was already ruined for me. I told myself qualifying was important. Twenty cars. I needed to be faster than them all.

My body only knew the heat of her knee near mine and the fact that I could still taste her if I let myself remember.

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She brought ice cream out halfway through whatever was happening on the screen.

vo spoons.

One pint.

She sat closer to share it.

Closer.

The last useful inch of space died.

A drop missed her mouth and slid down, slow, into the line of her chest, disappearing into the dress like the universe had a sense of humor I wanted to fight.

“Oops,” she said, laughing, and used two fingers to catch it.

What the fuck was so funny?

Too late.

It was already gone.

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