The Romance Line (Love and Hockey #2) Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden, Funny, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Love and Hockey Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
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She drags her teeth across the corner of her mouth then murmurs, “Bet this is better.”

In slow motion, she slides her hand inside her panties, and I think I might combust. I am nothing but one frayed, red-hot nerve as her hand disappears then emerges. She lifts it, steps close to me, presses her index finger to my mouth, and brushes my lower lip with the taste of her wetness. As I lick my lips, I shoot out a hand, grip the back of her neck, and drag her close. Then I growl. “Give me one fucking kiss for the road, and then I swear I’ll forget you.”

She seals her sweet mouth to mine, giving me a hot, deep, wet kiss that pretty much ensures I’m never going to forget her.

When she lets go, she zips her slacks and tucks in her blouse, but makes no move to leave. Her eyes gleam with something naughty. Something risqué. Don’t know what. But I want to. “We’re not even, Max.”

I furrow my brow. She must mean about the press somehow. “We don’t have to be even about me talking to the media,” I say.

She shakes her head. “That’s not what I mean. I know we said it was a one-and-done last night but the thing is…” Her expression turns flirty. “We didn’t really finish.”

“Sunshine, you finished twice. All over my fingers and all over my face.”

She blushes and it’s a beautiful shade, but then she shakes her head. “But you didn’t.”

Before I even have time to process her words, Everly grabs my shoulders, spins me around, and pushes me against the wall. She gives me the naughtiest look as she drops down to her knees, asking, “Why don’t I give you another kiss for the road?”

My voice is sandpaper as I groan, “Fuck yes.”

She runs the tip of her tongue along her teeth as she unbuttons my slacks. I help her along, unzipping them. Her quick hands tug on the waistband of my black boxer briefs, pulling them down, freeing my aching cock.

The second she takes me out, those brown eyes of hers light up with a wicked sort of delight. “Looks even prettier than I imagined.”

I blink, shock and desire radiating through me. “You imagined my dick?”

She’s the pleased one now, nodding as she stares at my hard length. “The way you taste too.”

It’s a miracle I don’t come right now. This is going to take me all of ninety seconds. I run a hand down her glossy ponytail. “Show me. Show me how fucking beautiful you look sucking my cock.”

She doesn’t need any instruction from me because she’s already parting her pretty lips. She stares up at me as she flicks her tongue across the head. I grunt at the beautifully filthy sight of this woman on her knees.

Sliding her hands up my thighs, she opens wider, her mouth warm and wet, inviting me in. The clock is ticking, but she doesn’t rush. She gives me exactly what she promised.

A kiss on my dick.

And it lights up every cell in my body. She caresses the crown of my cock with her lush lips, then lavishes attention with her tongue.

My eyes roll back in my head. It’s fucking incredible, and she’s barely touched me. I force myself to keep my eyes open because there is nothing better than this view. She lets my cock fall from her mouth only so she can brush her lips down my shaft—one side, then the other.

With her left hand, she grips my thigh tighter. With her right, she reaches for my balls, cupping them.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan, unbidden.

She follows that kiss with a long, lingering stroke of her tongue, from base to tip and back again.

“What are you doing to me?” I murmur.

She smiles as she licks my dick adoringly, then whispers, “Just a goodbye kiss.”

And I want it. Dear god, do I fucking want it. I want everything she’s giving me. I don’t want to stop her either just because the clock is ticking. Hell, I’ll miss the flight for this blow job. I’ve never had one like this before.

Where she’s lavishing open-mouthed caresses on my dick that make me feel like a king.

A king who really wants to come though.

But she must read my mind because she gives my balls a quick squeeze, then inhales my dick.

“Oh fuck,” I rasp out as my cock slides past her beautiful lips and hits all the way to the back of her throat.

She lets go of my thigh and reaches for my watch, tapping it. Doesn’t need to tell me twice to speed it up. “Can I fuck your mouth?” I ask urgently.

Her eyes glint as she nods. She sets to work sucking in deep and hard while I do my part, thrusting into the paradise of her wet, warm mouth.


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