Page 25 of Puck Me Harder
“Yeah, that’s how I felt when she laid it all out for me, too,” I grin. I want to wrap Dakota up in the biggest hug I can and kiss her until her toes curl, but I’ll save it for later.
“Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit,” Mike says.
“Does that mean I got the job?” Dakota asks.
“No,” Mike says.
Her face falls, but he follows up fast, smiling.
“It means you’ve got a different job. I clearly need a new assistant manager. Someone with their pulse on the team. Plus, I’ll be honest, I think Mita needs a handler. What do you say?”
His hand reaches across the desk, and Dakota takes it, giving it a firm shake.
“When do I start?” she asks, smiling for the first time since we walked into the office.
“Permission to be unprofessional?” I ask, kicking off the wall to cross the room in three long strides.
“No, absolutely no —” I cut Dakota off by scooping her up into a bear hug, spinning her around.
“Lord almighty, ya’ll look as happy as a clam in high water,” Mike says, a grin spreading across his face.
I set Dakota down, beaming as she brushes herself off.
“Mita, we’re going to have a serious discussion about what is and isn’t acceptable at the office,” Dakota says, glaring up at me.
“I look forward to it. Over dinner tonight?” I ask, as I saunter out of the office.
Epilogue
DAKOTA
Kai hisses in pleasure as I sink down onto his cock. The look on his face is absolutely stunning. It fills me with warmth to see just how much it blows his mind.
“Fuck, I love you,” Kai groans as I lean forward, bracing myself on his chest.
“You’re about to love me a lot more,” I say, laughing throatily.
I rock back and forth on him slowly, just like I rode his thigh in the sauna. Only this time, he’s getting just as much out of it as I am. Only this time, it’s ten times better. Kai fills me perfectly, stretching me just enough that I feel it every time.
Sex is like a good workout. If you aren’t sore afterward, you didn’t do it right.
“So, tell me about the new coach,” I tease, tracing my fingertips along his chest.
We never stop playing our games. I don’t think we ever will. We’re both too competitive and too playful by nature to want to stop.
So I get to quiz my man on anything I want in bed— and only in bed.
Well, and the shower, and the sauna, and the car, and the kitchen. Kai can’t keep his hands off me, now that I let him use them. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“He’s young. Not much older than me. One of Spencer’s old teammates. I hear he has a daughter about your age,” Kai’s voice is strained as I slide up and down his dick, taking my time.
“That’ll be fun. We can bond over being hockey player’s daughters. That reminds me, when did you want to meet my family?” I ask innocently, raising my hips until he’s barely inside me before sinking down to the hilt.
Kai has to bite his fist, his stifled moan music to my ears.
“Whenever you want, ace. You’re not going to throw me off by bringing them up, you know,” he grins up at me as he slides his hands down to my hips. “Nothing can make me lose this game.”
I place my hands over his, using his grip to move from being on my knees to crouching on the balls of my feet.