Page 34 of The Fake Out

He slid my hair behind my ear and gave me a gentle kiss as we caught our breath and came down from the high of our orgasms.

I found myself disappointed when he pulled away and pulled out of me. He tossed the condom in his trash can and then laid back on the bed with me. He gently traced the lines of my tattooed arm as he stared at me.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“For what?” I asked.

“For basically waking you up for sex. I didn’t even take your shirt off.”

I laughed. “I’m kinda surprised at that. Most men like to see my boobs when they’re inside me.”

His eyes bored a hole into my chest. “You could take it off, and we could do it again.”

I chewed on my lip. I was definitely thinking about it. Thinking about ripping off the shirt and riding him until my thighs were on fire. Until he groaned out that beautiful male sound again.

But then my phone buzzed on the floor again.

Geez, who needed to get a hold of me that bad?

I rolled out of bed with a groan and fished for my phone. All the while, Blaise watched my naked ass from his bed. It was not lost on me that he was hard again when I returned to the bed.

“Dude!” I yelled at him and shook my head with a laugh.

Men!

He gave me a cute grin. “Can’t help it, sweets.”

I unlocked my phone, half paying attention to him, and nearly died at all the notifications.

DINAH: You could have warned me you were dating one of Noah’s teammates!

ROX: So…is Blaise Holmstrom your summer hockey hook-up?

ALEX: I’m sorry. Can you come to the shop earlier? We have an interview at nine.

“Shit,” I swore and leaned up in bed. I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. It was only seven, so I had enough time to get to the shop and shower at my brother’s apartment before the interview.

“Sorry, no round two for me. I gotta jet,” I told him with a frown.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I gotta get to the shop,” I explained. I reluctantly got out of bed and searched for my discarded clothes on his floor. I sighed when I found my underwear.

Shit, I was going to have to commando until I got to the shop. There was no way I was putting on my cum-streaked thong. Damn Blaise for getting me all hot and bothered last night.

I slid Blaise’s shirt off and paused when I heard noises downstairs. I glared at him. “Blaise.”

“What?”

“Is your dad home?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”

“You guess?” I shrieked and shoved my hands into my hair. I hoped his dad hadn’t heard me shouting out my orgasm a couple of minutes ago. I found my bra and put it on, pulling my sweater over my head and tugging on my skirt.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

I cringed. “What if he…heard us?”