Touch My Neck ✓

Chapter Twenty | What made coach so frustrated when he opened his email?

Angel Huxley Novak

The game day had arrived, and my responsibilities included checking the players' fitness and handling administrative tasks. "Doc, check out my biceps," Sebastian called out, flexing his arm. I rolled my eyes in amusement and continued my work, as Doctor Moore was absent on holiday.

I concentrated on the tasks at hand, making sure all the players were cleared to play. Glancing around, I noticed Jake distributing towels, and nearby, Eros meticulously cleaning his skates. Knowing how important his routine was, I refrained from interrupting him.

Shuffling through the files, I ensured that everything was in order. Suddenly, I sensed a presence behind me. I turned to find Eros standing there, his gaze locked onto mine. "You okay?" I inquired, noticing how imposing he looked in his gear.

"You're on my schedule," he stated, his tone laced with an unusual intensity.

"On your schedule?" I questioned, curious about his sudden assertion.

"We need to have sex," he declared, his words catching me off guard, as they often did with him.

My heart raced at his directness. "So what are we waiting for?" I retorted, challenging him in return. His gaze indicated a storage room, and he began to move in that direction. I finished stacking the files aside, waiting for a moment before following suit.

The closet door swung open, and without delay, I was pulled inside by Eros. Our lips crashed together fervently, his strong arms lifting me effortlessly as he pressed me against the wall of the dimly lit storage room. 

The confined space of the storage room seemed to amplify the intensity between us. Eros's lips moved from mine, leaving a trail of heated kisses along my jawline and down to my neck. His breath was warm against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. My fingers instinctively curled into the fabric of his shirt, holding him closer.

His lips pressed against the sensitive curve of my neck, and a soft moan escaped my lips. Every gentle kiss he planted on my skin ignited a fire within me, a desire that had been building between us for so long. His movements were deliberate, as if he was savoring each moment, each inch of exposed skin.

I tilted my head to the side, granting him better access, lost in the sensation of his lips on my neck. My heart raced, and my breath quickened as his touch sent electric pulses through my body. His hands found their way to my waist, fingers tracing patterns against my skin that only added to the growing ache between my thighs.

He adjusts himself against me, and I smile as I rest my forehead on his.

Suddenly, a bang against the door catches us off guard, my eyes widen and Eros turns his head back. "Eros! Leave your book, we need to be on the ice!" 

Eros looks back at me, and settles me down onto the floor. 

I release a soft chuckle and he kisses my lips once more, "take off your underwear." My brows raise.

"What?"

"Take it off." I slide my underwear off and it falls to the ground, Eros crouches down and picks it up before tucking it into his pocket. "For good luck." 

"If you win, I'll let you do whatever you want to me..." his face stills, he grabs my neck and pulls me against him as his thumb brushes over my lips. 

"I always win Angel."

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"GOOD EVENING AFTERNOON LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND WELCOME TO THE 2024 IIHF WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP GAME BETWEEN ATLANTIC AND MAPLE LEAFS"