Scoring One Night (Blue Ridge Mountain Hockey #4)

Aspen

S he was right there. Her back to me with that fitted white coat on made me curious what it would look like crumpled in the corner. She had to be wearing a skirt or dress, as I stared at her bare legs, remembering what they felt like wrapped around me.

My nostrils flared as I entered the physical therapy room, accompanied by a slight shiver that ran down my spine. Melanie's piercing gray eyes crinkled as she turned to look at me.

Today was going to be tough.

Yesterday, not so much, as I sunk my cock deep into her wet pussy on her couch. That was amazing; the taste of her was addictive.

I wanted to stay the night but knew it was better if we didn’t come to work the next day together. Besides, she told me she had promised to meet Sophia for coffee.

That was the plan, wasn’t it? The friends-with-benefits. Friends don't stay the night. Friends get together occasionally. And friends don't wonder if they could get away with having sex on a physical therapy table.

"Ready for your session?" she asked, patting the table next to her.

Did she realize how sexy she looked doing that?

"Absolutely," I replied, forcing my tone to be steady and professional, even as my mind flashed back to our intense encounter yesterday. The feel of Melanie pressed against me, the sound of her moans... I shook my head slightly, trying to refocus on what I was here for.

"Alright, then." Melanie gestured toward the therapy table. "Let's begin with some stretches to loosen up your muscles."

I nodded and hopped up on the table. Melanie removed my shoes and socks, and moved my feet around, which stretched the muscles around my ankle and calf. Every movement reminded me of her touch on the couch—the way her fingers had trailed along my skin, how her breath had hitched each time I had found a new sensitive spot...

"Focus, ," I muttered under my breath, attempting to center myself on the sensation of my muscles stretching.

This was so I could get on the International Games team. Melanie and I could have sex again, that wasn’t an issue. Yet, the last thing I wanted to think about was hockey. It was like I was addicted to Melanie's touch.

"Everything okay?" Melanie asked, concern lacing her voice.

"Uh, yeah. Just... trying to concentrate," I admitted, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. It was a struggle to maintain professionalism when I was so close to her and couldn't do what I wanted to do.

"Good. Let's move on to some strengthening exercises," Melanie said, guiding me through a series of movements designed to target specific muscle groups. It was the sweetest torture whenever her hands brushed against me.

"Remember to breathe, ," Melanie instructed gently, blissfully unaware of the turmoil raging inside me. "Focus on the movement, not just the end goal."

"Right," I agreed, attempting to heed her advice, though it was easier said than done.

Melanie was right. My goal: International Games. Maybe if I repeated that over and over again in my head, I could will my cock to soften. Because as of right now, it was going to give me away.

"Uh, …" Melanie pointed at the large bulge between my legs.

Oops, too late.

I forced a smile to my face. "That's normal."

Melanie shoved her hand on her hip at my lame excuse. "Normal? Really?" Her brows shot up. "You always get an erection with physical therapy? Maybe that's why the last guy quit."

She didn’t believe me, and I didn’t blame her.

I sat up and shifted so my legs hung over the edge of the table. "This is all new to me, Mel. I'm not used to working with someone I..." I lowered my voice, leaning forward, "I have sex with, okay?"

"Neither am I." She let out a nervous chuckle. "The point of us doing that outside of work was so this," she pointed at my obvious erection, "didn't happen at work."

"Perhaps we didn’t have enough sex?" I said as I stared at her chest.

She reached over and pushed my chin until I was looking in her eyes.

"That's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard."

It was crazy, but I was willing to say anything to be back inside her. And the more I thought about it, the less outrageous it sounded. Maybe it was my cock that made it seem logical. Either way, I wanted her so badly.

She folded her arms over her chest, which just pushed her beautiful breasts up. Now I was trying hard not to stare at her cleavage.

Ugh, it was maddening. Melanie was making this quite difficult.

"Think about it," I said as I hoped an amazing idea would magically appear in my head.

The type of idea that would have her nodding and hopping onto the table, spreading her legs so I could make her cry out my name again.

But nothing came to me.

"I am thinking about it," Melanie said as she threw her arms up in the air. "It's just not possible. Mia or your coach or any member of the Devils could stroll in here at any moment. If they caught us doing anything inappropriate, I'd be fired in a second."

I knew that. Logically, it was a fact that my brain comprehended, but my cock was plugging its ears and pretending she didn’t just say that.

I stared at the door, wishing what she said wasn’t true. That's when I saw it.

"There's a lock on the door." I smirked.

The look on Melanie's face told me everything I needed to make this happen. She faltered. For one brief, wonderful moment, the look of surprise mixed with the quick nibble of her lower lip told me she wanted this, too.

I hopped off the table and made my way over to the door. At any moment, she could stop me, call out for me not to do it, but she was silent.

I turned the lock. The loud click was my answer from her. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her.

When I turned back, she was staring at the floor, but her cheeks were flushed the sweetest pink.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" I asked as I walked toward her.

She glanced up, sucking in a breath. For a second, I thought she would say no. Shake her head and step back, wanting nothing to do with me.

But Melanie surprised me, just like she had last night when she suggested the friends-with-benefits idea.

"Yes." Her voice was breathy and deep, and there was no mistaking what she said.

I wrapped her in my arms and captured her lips with mine. The kiss was a spark, igniting the surrounding air with a sizzling energy.

Everything faded away—my worries about the International Games, the concern over being caught—it was just her and me.

"Maybe we should make this a part of the therapy," I joked between kisses, my voice husky with desire as our bodies melded together.

Melanie chuckled against my lips. "Physical, yes. Therapeutic, doubtful."

I leaned in for another kiss, feeling her body press into mine—a clear sign her professionalism had taken a backseat to desire.

I lifted her skirt and tugged down her panties. She knew what I wanted and hoped up on the table, widening her legs.

I hated that this was going to be quick. I wanted it to last, but we were at work.

"," she whispered in my ear as my fingers glided over her thigh to her apex.

She was so wet. My cock twitched, wanting to be inside her. But first I had to make her come, hear her call my name.

Melanie gasped as I slipped my fingers inside her. She leaned back on the table, pushing her chest out. Even wearing clothes, she looked so fucking sexy.

She hooked her foot on the table's edge, widening for me.

"I'm coming," she said with a shutter as her head fell back.

I reached into my pocket, so thankful I had a condom in there. I had learned long ago to keep condoms hidden everywhere. When I became a hockey player, I learned about puck bunnies and knew to always be prepared. While I didn’t really mess with them anymore, I still kept those condoms around, just in case.

Quickly, I unwrapped the condom and put it on. Pressing my tip to her entrance, I pushed inside. No easing in slowly today. We didn’t have time for that.

Melanie's head shot up and her eyes widened.

"Sorry," I said as I pumped in and out of her.

"Oh, , I'm coming again." Melanie reached between her legs, rubbing her clit as I felt her convulse around my cock.

Sure, this was quick, but watching her come as I fucked her was the most erotic and beautiful thing ever.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, drawing me deeper with each thrust. Melanie Greene, the epitome of poise and professionalism, was now a writhing mass of pleasure because of me.

I could feel my release building like pressure in a bottle, ready to pop its cork. My breaths came out in short pants, matching the tempo of our frantic union.

With a few more thrusts that sent me over the edge, I spilled into the condom, her name on my lips as I came undone. Our breaths mingled as we tried to steady ourselves, her eyes locked on mine with an intensity that almost scared me.

"That was..." she trailed off as I gently pulled out and disposed the condom.

"Inappropriate for work?" I finished for her with a wry smile tugging at the corner of my mouth.

She let out a laugh that danced around the room playfully. "Incredibly inappropriate," she confirmed.

Melanie hopped off the table, found her undies, and put them back on, right as I unlocked the door.

Right as I finished zipping up, the door swung open behind me.

Melanie's eyes grew, and my mouth fell open.

Just behind me was Emmanuel, and he looked angry.

Melanie looked at me, eyes widened.

Did he hear us?

I pushed my shoulders back and approached Emmanuel. "Hey, what's up?"

Emmanuel pushed his finger into my chest and said, "You are in so much trouble."

Fuck, he did hear us.