Page 165 of Risking the Pucking Defense

Despite knowing it’s safely in my pocket, I still double-check to ensure I have her keycard.

My heart jumps when I press my hand against it, excitement bubbling up inside me.

What she did in that club…fuck, that was beyond hot. And while I might have come harder than should be possible while surrounded by that many unsuspecting people, it only scratched the surface of what I need.

The elevator stops, and two guys get out before we continue toward my floor.

“This is me,” I say when it stops again. “See you in the morning,” I state before walking out without looking back. But I quickly discover that it’s their floor, too. Not only that, but they follow me as I make my way toward my room.

Stop. Please stop, I beg.

I don’t know if they know that my room is on the left or not. But I can’t risk slipping into the one opposite instead.

Indecision wars within me.

Maybe I should just keep walking. I can pretend I missed my room if they question it.

But then, a beat before I get to our doors, Hammond calls out to wish me a good night before they both disappear into a room.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I turn back to ensure I’m alone in the hallway before pulling Hailee’s keycard from my pocket and letting myself in.

I take a deep breath, reveling in her sweet scent that’s already filling the room.

My heart rate increases as I walk inside, letting the door fall closed behind me as I take everything in.

The room looks perfect, almost as if no one has been here yet. But then I begin to spot the telltale signs of her presence. A charger plugged in by the bed. Her laptop, iPad, and notebook stacked neatly on the desk. And, as I pass the bathroom door, I find even more evidence that she’s been here.

Stepping inside, I scan the products lined up on the counter.

Her face care, which apparently, she takes very seriously, her makeup, and…

I reach out, my fingers wrapping around the small bottle of Prada perfume before I tug the top off and bring it to my nose. The potent hit of the scent I’ve become all too addicted to floods my nose and makes my cock harden.

“Fuck,” I breathe, palming myself as I place it back and return to the bedroom.

I stand there awkwardly.

I have no idea how long she’s going to be or what she’s expecting me to do. Dropping my ass to the end of the bed, I pull my cell free and begin scrolling to waste time.

I don’t know how long it takes for me to eventually hear movement outside, but the second I do, my heart lurches. I lower my cell as I listen to see if it’s her. I don’t have to wait long to discover that it is. The second the door opens, I jump to my feet, my heart racing and excitement flooding through my veins.

By the time she’s rounded the corner, my anticipation is so high, I’ve stopped breathing.

All the air comes rushing from my lungs, though, the second my eyes lock onto hers.

She’s still in boss mode, and fuck if the hard set of her face and the fierce look in her eyes doesn’t make my temperature soar.

She doesn’t say a word as she lowers her clutch to the vanity beside her. She opens her iPad and taps at the screen a few times before standing up, placing her hands on her hips, and letting her eyes roll down the length of me.

Despite the fabric that covers almost all of my body, my skin tingles as if her gaze is searing into it.

When she gets back up to my eyes, her expression is unreadable.

Honestly, I have no idea if she’s about to send me away with my tail between my legs, or if she’s going to suddenly jump into my arms and climb me like a tree.

It’s as unnerving as it is thrilling.

She gave you her room key; she wants you here.