Free The Workaholic and the Realist (New Hampshire Bears #2) by Mary Smith

over the place, and I couldn’t explain why. It was seriously atypical of me. I first thought of the book, then school work I needed to finish and/or begin, and finally, Harlow. I desperately wanted to see her again and talk to her. Well, mainly have sex with her. I’ve had good sex before, and I wouldn’t toot my horn, but I’ve never had complaints before.
    When the lunch finished I took Grams back to her house, and I raced over to Harlow’s. I didn’t care what she was doing; we were having sex. Seeing her SUV in the driveway just made me harder. The truck was barely off when I leapt out and headed to her door.
    As always, it was unlocked, and I yelled for her.
    “Up here,” she called from upstairs, and I took the stairs by two to get to her.
    I figured she’d be in her office, but when I reached the top, she wasn’t there, and then I heard her in the bedroom.
    Perfect.
    When I strolled into her room, she had a laundry basket on top of her dresser, putting away clothes in the drawers.
    “Hi, puppy.”
    I didn’t utter a sound. I just stalked up to her, tugged on her arm, and pulled her body to mine. Her eyes went wide for a second, but she quickly got the point as our lips mashed together.
    I picked her up, sitting her on top of the dresser. Harlow grinned as she reached down at my belt, staring into my eyes as she undid my pants and pulled me out. I jerked off her pants and pulled her hips closer to me and buried myself deep into her.
    She arched herself into me and rested her head against the wall. I pounded into her body and her moans filled the room. She called my name over and over, and soon, I felt her tightening around my cock. I knew I wouldn’t last long and didn’t as I filled her up with my release.
    “Is this how we’re greeting each other now?” She smacked her lip and pulled up her pants.
    “Are you complaining?” I adjusted myself back into my pants.
    “Fuck no.” She went back to putting up her laundry. “How has your day been?”
    “Great, I had the family luncheon, and then I rushed over here to have sex with you.” Harlow sat the now empty basket down on the floor near the door and leaned against the dresser next to me. “How was your day, honey-bunny?”
    “Productive, actually. Dacey did a lot of work yesterday, so I got a ton of work done.”
    “Anything of mine?”
    “You’re all done.” She smiled. “I have it printed up for you on my desk.”
    “Wow.” I stepped up to her and rubbed up against her. “So, our professional relationship is now over?” I kissed the side of her neck.
    “Now we can keep it purely sexual.”
    “Sounds perfect.” I leaned back, gazing into her eyes. “But, I’ve got to go,” giving her a quick peck on her lips.
    “Does puppy have to do homework?” she teased.
    “Actually, yes.”
    “Then you can’t have any more of this until you’re done.” She motioned to her body as she pushed off the dresser and walked out of the bedroom, grabbing the basket.
    “That may work better than anything Grams ever threatened me with.” I spoke loud enough for her to hear me.
    Her laughter drifted up the stairs at me, making me smile more.
     

     
    My laptop glowed brightly in the dimly lit hotel room. We had an early practice and a game today. The game sucked, and we lost four to zero. I couldn’t figure out if we all were tired or the Portland Vikings were just on their game.
    Remington snored so loud my noise cancelling headphones weren’t doing their job very well. I had my books stretched out around the table, and I tried to focus, but my mind, for some reason, kept going back to family day last week. I didn’t know why I’d thought about it, but it, I guess, connected a childhood memory.
    I’d been twelve, and the summer hockey camp I was at announced a parents day. Of course, I knew I wouldn’t have to worry about my parents’ attendance, because they definitely wouldn’t be there, but Grams said she would. About two days before