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Cecily St. Martin sat at her massive desk in the office tower set high above the arena in Pittsburgh. Removing her glasses, she rubbed the tender bridge of her nose and the corners of her eyes briefly before returning the glasses to her face and her attention to the scouting report in front of her. It was early and she had been at her desk since before dawn, trying to get some of this paperwork taken care of before she had to worry about dealing with the stress of another game day.

She was just taking a sip of coffee when the door to her office flew open and slammed emphatically against the wall. She didn’t so much as flinch, but merely raised her eyebrow at the uninvited guest before returning her gaze to the report. Considering the interview she gave the day before, she had been expecting him. “Something I can do for you, Sidney?”

The tall man eliminated the distance between the door and her desk in just a few strides, slamming his hands down the thick wooden surface covered with files. “I’ve told you before, you need to address me as Captain or Mr. Crosby.”

Amused now, Cecily leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs and drumming a pen on her thigh. “Ah, yes, of course, a thousand apologies. Something I can do for you, Mr. Crosby?”

“Yeah, you can keep my fucking name out of your goddamn mouth.” While his tone was normally adversarial when he spoke to her, this was uttered with downright rudeness, something she could not abide. She stood to face him head on.

“I don’t know who the hell you think you’re talking to, but as long as I’m the owner of this team I will talk about anyone who plays for me, however I want to talk about them. Maybe if you started scoring some goals, which is your fucking job, I’d have better things to say about you to the press.”

Indignant, Sidney stood up straight; Cecily mirrored his action, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re a fucking bitch, you know that?”

“And you’re an overrated prima donna who needs to get his head out of his ass and start living up to that C on his chest before I have it removed.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Don’t attempt to best me in power games, Mr. Crosby. I can promise you, you’ll come out on the losing end, every single time.”

Sidney would never admit to anyone that she was probably right, which of course she was. Instead, he simply glared at her for a moment longer and said, “How about we try this, you worry about your paperwork and leave playing hockey to the professionals.”

Cecily gave him a sweet smile and resumed her seat. “I’d be happy to let the professionals handle things on the ice. It’s just such a pity they’re being led by a whiny baby who’s most likely past his prime, but not smart enough to admit it.”

Sidney opened his mouth to respond, but actually thought better of it. The things he wanted to say would most assuredly get him demoted, traded, or even arrested. Instead, he stormed out of her office, jerking the door closed behind him.

Making his way down toward the locker room he was fuming mad, punching walls and throwing equipment, angry with her. Damn that woman, he thought. Damn her smug smile and holier than thou attitude, her money and status that she used manipulatively to get what she wanted. Damn her obscenely large office and that red pen she always had sticking out of her bun that was even more stuck up than her attitude. Damn those tight skirts she always wore and her long legs accentuated perfectly by tall heels and a brisk walk. Damn that round, juicy ass and those perky breasts that looked ready to burst from even the loosest blouse she wore. Damn the way she always managed to make him want to fuck her and then murder her, in that order. Just…damn her. Sitting with his head in his hands, Sidney blew out a breath, trying to shake loose any and every thought of her so he could get ready for morning skate. He needed to prove her wrong; he just had to.

Back in her office, still at her desk, Cecily let out a sigh of her own before spinning her chair to look out the window, watching the sun rise over the skyline. She knew she has been vicious, but she also felt it was necessary. The team was struggling and in need of a boast. Rah-rah speeches from the coaching staff weren’t helping; bad, embarrassing press wasn’t helping; extra practices weren’t helping. So, she had thought, maybe a little shit talking by the owner of the team might light a fire under their asses. As it turned out, perhaps she used a little too much gasoline.

She resisted the urge to go to Sidney and apologize. The two of them had never gotten along, both too stubborn, too cocky, too set in their ways, too different in their outlooks to ever see eye-to-eye. But it had never been like this, like it had been just now. Although, maybe that was a good thing. The team, the Captain, needed to be motivated and perhaps a good fight with her was just the thing. If she needed to play the bitch to things done, so be it. She had lived with the title for long enough; no sense trying to change when things had worked out thus far.

Later that evening, the Penguins were down 4-0 at the end of the first period. Cecily sat alone in the owner’s box with a scotch on the rocks feeling helpless and frustrated. She debated about simply returning to her office to get some work done since clearly her team had not shown up to play hockey again that night, a disturbing trend of late. However, something made her stay, just a feeling. Later, she would be glad for it.

In the second period Crosby scored two goals and assisted on another. In the third, he scored another goal, completing the hat trick and then assisted on two more to give the Pens a 5-6 win over the Blackhawks. In her suite, Cecily simply smiled.

In the locker room, the mood was jubilant with talk of this being the start of a point streak, going out for drinks, things finally falling into place for a team that could use a little luck. All chatter, however, fell silent when the doors opened and Cecily came clicking in on her heels. Some players nodded reverently to her, others, like Sidney, tried to ignore her altogether, still angry about her deriding them in public. For the most part, they were all just waiting for her to say her peace and leave so the celebration could continue.

She spoke with confidence, seemingly immune to the dirty looks and hostility in the air. “We won, but don’t fool yourselves into thinking it was because you outplayed the Hawks. What I saw tonight was sloppy passing, half-assed checks, and a lot of lost battles in the faceoff circle and around the boards. You won because of the energy and effort of a few key players at key moments, the quality of which may not always be there and will not always carry the team through generally shitty play. I’d recommend you think on that while you’re celebrating tonight. People love this team and want to see you succeed, but not like this. Playing hard will win more games than these pathetic attempts and luck will, I promise you that.”

Cecily paused and let that sink in a moment. Then, she looked directly at Sidney who was half dressed in his cubby, staring at the ground. “And Crosby?” He raised his eyes to meet hers. “Good game tonight. Let’s see if you keep it up for the rest of the season.”

When she was gone, Geno nudged Sidney with an elbow. “Fucking bitch, eh?”

Sidney nodded, but even though he had said the same thing to her face that morning, for some reason, it just didn’t seem to fit anymore. There was no time left to think on it, because immediately after the doors closed behind her, the press were there to ask him about his six point game.

Still later that day, actually early the next day, just after midnight, Cecily was still at her desk, still going over reports and emails. Hers was the only light on in the building. She heard a quiet knock on her open door and looked up. “Mr. Crosby. It’s a little late for another argument, don’t you think?”

Sidney walked in and took a seat in one of the chairs that faced her desk. “I didn’t come to fight.”

“Good because I’m rather busy and would like to get this finished up so I can go home.”

Sidney said nothing and Cecily worked in silence for several minutes before she finally relented to his presence and tore her eyes away from the computer screen. “What’s on your mind?”

His voice was strangely gentle, considering his demeanor that morning. “I’m wondering why you feel the need to be so fucking…cruel all the time.”

“I’m not malicious, just honest.”

“There are better ways to say what you’re trying to communicate.”

“Maybe for some people, but not for me.”

Sidney smirked, as if he agreed with her statement, then he asked abruptly, “Why did you buy this team?”

Cecily shrugged and resumed her email responses. “It was a good investment.”

“Bullshit.”

“Excuse me?”

“Something you said tonight, the way you said it, ‘people love this team.’ I think you love it. Good business men don’t love their investments, they use them to make money. This team, this game, it’s personal to you. Hence your…unique motivational tactics.”

Cecily strummed her fingers on the keyboard a few times before pushing back from her desk, staring hard at Sidney. “Fine, I do have a certain affection for the team, but don’t mistake that for sentimentality. I meant what I said, to the press about you, to you this morning, and in the locker room.”

Sidney shook his head. “I don’t think so. I think you want us to hate you so we’ll play better just to piss you off. But did you ever think that if we liked you, or least respected you, we might want to play well to make you proud?”

Cecily was silent and the two shared an intense look for what felt to both of them like several years. Softly, with a faint smile, she finally responded, “Goodnight, Mr. Crosby. I’ll see you on Wednesday and you better come ready to play.”

Sidney didn’t move, but merely smiled at her, taking her lack of denial as admission that he was correct. Then he asked something he had been thinking about for a long time. “You wanna get a cup of coffee sometime? Just…talk, like a couple of civilized adults?”

Cecily rolled her eyes and motioned with her hand back and forth between them. “You and me, we’re not having a moment here. I’m still the owner, you’re still the Captain, for as long as you serve a purpose that is.” She stood and Sidney joined her. “Now, if you’ll kindly fuck off, I have work to do.”

“Is that a ‘no’ to coffee?”

“It’s a hell no. Goodbye.”

Sidney stepped around the edge of her desk, forcing her to back up against her chair if she wanted to avoid coming chest to chest with him. Still, it was not a retreat, she stood tall and met his gaze when he told her, “You drive me insane, do you know that?”

She huffed out a laugh. “Trust me, the feeling is mutual.”

Chuckling, Sidney continued, “I don’t mean like that, even though you are always on my damn nerves. I mean you drive me crazy, like I can’t help but want to put my hands on you whenever you’re around.” Tentatively, he brought both of his massive hands up and cupped her face. When she simply stared at him with her smoky grey eyes he was emboldened and tenderly stroked the skin behind her ears with his fingertips. He felt his heart beating wildly and the innocent feel of her soft skin made his already hard cock throb beneath his black athletic pants.

Cecily felt unable to look away from his eyes, those deep brown pools that never failed incite feelings of need within her, especially when they were filled with hate during one their many arguments. Their relationship, always combative, never amicable, had only fueled her attraction to him. He was a pain in her ass, yes, but a beautiful man without question. And though she didn’t quite understand why, the aggressiveness of Sidney Crosby on and off the ice was a huge turn on for her.

His warm palms combined with his intent stare made her skin flush and the intensity of the moment made her breath quicken. She wrapped both hands around his wrists and eventually she managed to be rational, “I think you need to leave.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

Cecily swallowed hard, considering her answer. “Even if I didn’t, this is a horrendous idea.”

“I agree. I just don’t care.”

He kissed her, nothing tentative about it. He knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her and this was confirmed when she immediately responded, kissing him back and grabbing at his shoulders.

Now that he felt he had her figured out, he was going to have her, regardless of the consequences. It wasn’t, as he told her, what she had said that had made him rethink everything he knew about the woman. It had been the genuine sadness in her eyes when discussing the team’s shortcomings; the obvious pride in her voice when she complimented him. Maybe those hints had been there along and he just never noticed. Either way, he felt like he knew her now. She did everything with a purpose, to motivate them, to make them better, even if it meant they ended up hating her. Sidney finally got it: Cecily St. Martin wasn’t a heartless bitch; she was a woman trying to not just survive, but to succeed in a world dominated by men who felt she didn’t belong. And that was something he could respect.

And Cecily? Well, she knew that no good would come of having Sidney, in any way, shape, or form. And yet, there in his arms, his tongue stroking between her lips and against hers, she felt alive and the moment was perfection.

Still, she pulled back, broke their kiss, even while her hands remained fisted in his white t-shirt. She was panting when she told him, “Sidney. Mr. Crosby. I’m going to have to ask you leave.”

“Call me Captain. And I’m not leaving until you tell me you don’t want this.” He kissed her again, harder, more demanding this time, pulling her tight against his body as he leaned against the desk.

Cecily broke the kiss again, but instead of backing away, she pushed him further onto the desk until he was sitting on it, the back of his knees hitting the edge. Then, she crawled on top of him, much to his delight, straddling him as her skirt bunched up around the middle of her thighs. When she pressed her lips to his again, his hands moved to her thighs and shoved the skirt higher, only slightly, waiting for her reaction.

At the feel of his palms on the bare skin of her legs, sneaking under the tightly pulled skirt, Cecily moaned into their kiss and shifted her hips in such a way that allowed Sidney to shove the skirt fully around her waist. Her thighs exposed, Sidney's hands stroked their lush softness before grasping her ass, forcing her scantily covered pussy against his hardness.

Cecily broke their kiss again, only to yank Sidney’s shirt over his head. Then, her hands were on his body, grazing the smooth expanse of his chest and back. His mouth went to her neck as both their hands explored the newly exposed skin of the other. Feeling his plush lips and hot breath on the sensitive skin of her throat, Cecily let out a breathy groan and scraped her nails across his back. “Yes, Captain, oh God, yes.”

His voice was moist against her ear. “Tell me you want this.”

“I do. Christ, I have…for a long time.”

He bit down on her earlobe. “You had a funny way of showing it.”

“Says the man who sabotaged my welcome party.”

“Says the woman who tried to move Geno off my power play unit just to spite me.”

“Says the man who left broken sticks around the arena with signs that said ‘please return to Cecily’s ass.’”

Sidney stopped kissing her and met her eyes seriously. “You saw those?”

“I miss very little.”

“I’m…Cecily, I’m sorry. That was out of line.”

She laughed quietly. “Don’t be, it was funny, to me and everyone else, good for morale. But I think you’ll be disappointed to find that I’m not as stuck up as you had imagined.”

“Considering you’re on my lap kissing me senseless, I’d have to say quite a few assumptions I had were wrong and there’s nothing disappointing about that.”

“Good, but I will have to be particular about this, we can’t have sex on my desk.”

Sidney was taken aback. “Why the hell not?”

“Because I have to sit here every day and if all I can think about is your dick, I’m not going to get much done.”

Now he smiled that blindingly bright grin. “What did you have in mind?”

She climbed off of him and yanked her skirt down. The two made their way slowly down the hall, stopping on several occasions to make out like teenagers, Sidney pressing her against the wall, their hips grinding against each other, or Cecily riding his thigh. Eventually they made it to the owner’s box and she locked the door behind her before shoving him down onto the plush leather couch.

Sidney was still without his shirt and as he looked up at her through thick lashes, she peeled off her silky blouse while also kicking off the heels. She started to unclasp her bra and told him, “Captain, lose the pants.”

Sidney quickly obeyed, lifting his hips to pull his track pants and boxers off. By the time he looked up again, she stood before him in nothing but a teal g-string and he grabbed her hand to pull her closer. He stroked up the back of her thighs with both hands before once again filling his palms with that gloriously round ass of hers. “You always wear g-strings to work, Ms. St. Martin?”

She was panting already and breathed out, “No panty lines.” She sunk to her knees, now taking her turn to run her hands up his thighs that parted on contact. When she came to his hips, she took hold of his cock with both hands, rubbing a thumb across the tip and loving the contrast of his soft skin over the hard member. Sidney’s head rolled back and rested on the back of the couch as he groaned with pleasure at the feel of her hands, finally, on his cock.

Cecily licked her lips, eager to have him. She licked up his shaft before pulling the tip between her lips and sucking gently.

“Holy shit, Cecily.” She hummed around him before taking him down her throat. Although, she only got enjoy the feel of him filling her mouth for just a moment longer before he pulled her away from his cock with one hand on her shoulder. “I’m not gonna make it if you do that and I need to fuck you.”

He left the couch and roughly took her to the ground, laying on top and pressing her body against the carpet of the suite as he settled between her thighs. He took the time to kiss her slowly, sweetly, which was really just a way allow his body time to calm down, or he was indeed going to come too soon.

Cecily whined underneath him and jutted her hips up to rub against his erection. She broke their kiss, for about the tenth time that night. “I swear to God, if you don’t get your dick inside me soon I’m going to make Geno captain and stick your ass on the fourth line.”

Sidney laughed against the skin in the crook of her neck. “You really are a fucking bitch, you know that? But goddamn it turns me on.”

“Ugh, I know, I know, Sid. Me too.”

He corrected her, “Captain.”

“Captain…please fuck me.”

Wordlessly Sidney pressed his palms into the floor to lift his body slightly and began kissing down her neck, licking her collarbones, and then laving at each nipple until her skin pebbled and those taut peaks rose like tiny pink mountains. He rolled one between his teeth and Cecily gasped while sinking her fingers into his thick, dark locks, forcing his mouth closer to her skin.

He kept moving, kissing her abdomen while his hands held her hips down, stopping their thrusting. Cecily’s hands came to her breasts now, pinching her nipples and kneading the round globes against her body. Sidney slipped her g-string off and her knees fell open for him. In one motion he shoved her legs further apart and licked up her center as her whole body undulated underneath him. His tongue fluttered across her clit.

“Fuck.”

He alternated long, slow strokes with frantic tongue lashings that started at her entrance and ended under the hood of her clit. When she looked down, his eyes were half closed with pleasure, his lips half curled into a smile.

“Captain…I need more.”

“Like this?” He slipped one finger inside of her and returned his tongue to her clit.

“Ugh, yes, more.”

Two fingers now stroked easily into her entrance, rubbing her g-spot each time. “Like that?”

“Yes, more!”

Three fingers now, stretching and stroking. “Good?”

Words were hard to find, breath even more elusive. “Captain…more…”

Cecily whimpered when his hand and mouth left her; she had been so close. But then, he was planked over her body and that fat, long cock was butting against her entrance and then thrusting inside her. She came immediately, tightening around his length, gasping his name. No, not his name, but “Captain” again and again as the waves of pleasure continued to wash over her with every shallow stroke he made.

When she went limp underneath him Sidney took the opportunity to slow down, rein himself back, last a little longer. He needed to see her come again because it had been the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. Cecily, when she found her strength again, wrapped her legs around his back, wanting, needing to feel him deeper. Her hands delved into his hair, now starting to curl at the ends due to sweat.

Sidney inclined his head to rub against her fingers and bent to kiss her roughly, just as he also worked his hips more intensely against hers. Cecily felt herself nudge across the carpet, the coarse material irritating her back, but she didn’t want him to stop.

“Harder, Captain. I know you can do better.”

Sidney choked out a laugh. “You never let up, not even when I’m fucking you, eh?”

“Never. Harder.”

He complied, pushing harshly into her and forcing her to move further along the carpet. Again and again, Cecily felt her back growing red and raw from carpet burn, but she said nothing, only told him, harder, harder, harder.

Then she felt the top of her head lightly hit the glass window that ran floor to ceiling in front of the suite. Seeing how far they had come along the floor, both of them started giggling. Cecily reached up, pressed her hands to the glass and thrust her body down, forcing his cock further inside her cunt and he moved his body back.

Properly braced, Sidney went back to work, still managing to jerk her body slightly across the floor with every hard stroke. Cecily felt the warmth spread from her cunt to her abdomen and spread her legs wider, trying to increase the contact between Sidney’s pelvis and her clit. It still wasn’t enough.

“Captain, let me get on top.”

His mouth was back on her neck, biting her sensitive skin harshly. “You don’t get to boss me around while I’m fucking you.”

“Ugh, fine, then I guess I just won’t come again.”

“Bullshit you won’t.” Sidney sat up and leaned back on his heels, pulling Cecily’s body along with him. As she laid there, her legs elevated and still wrapped around his hips, he continued to fuck her and brought his thumb to her clit, rubbing tiny circles on the bulging bundle of nerves. “Good?”

“Fucking great. Just like that. Don’t stop.” Cecily once again brought both hands to her breasts, toying with her nipples and watching his eyes take in her body. “Captain…you better be close.”

He teasing smile started her orgasm and his relentless thrusting and stroking of her clit finished it. Somewhere in between, she felt him twitch and release inside of her as well, accompanied by a massive groan.

Soon after, Sidney hauled himself back onto the couch and tugged her along with him, her head resting on his chest.

He spoke first. “No to coffee, yes to sex, huh?”

“Sidney, honestly, shut the fuck up and stop ruining my post-coital bliss.”

His chest shook with laughter. “God, you’re -”

“A fucking bitch, yes, so I’ve been told.”

“If it makes you feel better, you’re also a decent lay.”

Cecily sat up and pursed her lips. “Decent?”

“Good?”

“Try again.”

“Fucking fantastic?”

“Better.” She returned her head to his chest and closed her eyes.

“So…breakfast?”

Resigned to the fact that the man was not going to stop talking, Cecily sighed and sat up, straddling his hips. “Captain, I intend to have you at least three more times before I’m satisfied. Let’s plan for lunch, shall we?”

For the first time since they met, Sidney agreed with her, saying as he pulled her face down for a kiss, “Deal, but you’re buying.”

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