.

“That’s it. I’m done. Go fuck yourself, Letang. Sully, I quit.”

With that declaration made, Daphne turned on her heel to pull open the locker room doors and then storm down the hall.

The boys were quiet, no one really sure what to say or do. Coach stared at the ground, disgusted with the whole situation, and then looked at Letang harshly. “Go get her.”

Letang was not the mood to play nice. “Fuck her. Good riddance.”

“Good -” Coach stopped short, taking a calming breath before he risked exploding. “Letang…go get her and bring her back here. Or you can explain to Jerry why she left.”

Letang scoffed. “Forget it, Sully. We don’t need her.”

Coach, having given up the illusion of calm, was full blown yelling now. “Right, she’s only the best P.R. person in the entire goddamn NHL, maybe all of professional fucking sports! Go. Get. Her. Now!”

With a huff, Letang did as he was bid, walking down the hall towards her tiny office and being none too pleased about. Daphne might have been the best P.R. person in all of sports, but Letang would be damned if that meant jack shit to him. All she was to him was a stuck up brat who was a pain in his ass more often than not. Their bickering had become legendary, but today when he suggested in a room of men that the woman might benefit from a good hard fucking, apparently that had pushed her over the edge. Maybe he had gone too far, but it was her own fault. If she wouldn’t push his buttons, he wouldn’t be trying to push hers.

In her office, Daphne already had a pile of her personal belongings forming at the center of her desk. When Letang arrived, he opened the door and then slammed it shut behind him. Her dark green eyes burrowed into him.

“Get the fuck out of my office.”

Without looking directly at her he responded, “You need to come back.”

She didn’t answer, but merely picked up a box so she could load her things into it. Before she could do so, Letang closed the small distance between them and ripped the box out of her hands, throwing it against the wall.

Daphne gaped at him. “What the hell is your problem?”

“You. You’re my problem. Let’s go.”

He grabbed her arm, but she yanked it away with surprising force. “Fuck you, Letang. You got your wish, I’m leaving.”

She tried to go between him and the desk to retrieve the box, but he more or less shoved her backwards. “No. You’re keeping your job. So calm down and we can go back in there.”

Daphne wasn’t sure what was making her heart beat this quickly, Letang’s rough handing of her body or his mere overwhelming presence. She despised the man, she really did. He was arrogant, self-centered, and more than a little immature at times. He made her blood boil every time he opened his mouth. He was also, she refused to acknowledge out loud, really fucking handsome. But she really didn’t like him, really.

Finally she responded with less venom, “I’m not going anywhere with you. I want to go home.” And she meant it. Not home to her apartment in Pittsburgh, but home to Philadelphia, where she never should have left in the first place. Fuck Pittsburgh and fuck the Penguins, she thought. She had come here because it was the only option available at the time, but now she had a reputation as one of the best in the business and she was sure the Flyers would be foaming at the mouth if they knew she was on the market. She didn’t need the Pens, or this shit from Letang.

Letang wanted to be done, with her, with this conversation, with her tenure as their P.R. rep. Instead, he obeyed his coach and took a breath before he started again. “Daff, I’m sorry. I was…wrong to say that to you.”

Daphne folded her arms under her breasts and refused to look at him. “Yeah, that sounded really sincere. Can I get my box now?”

Letang rolled his eyes at her sarcasm. “Will you just…stop being so fucking difficult and accept my apology?”

Daphne fumed and took a step towards him, forcing him to back up, her tone tense and harsh. “You know what they call men who are quote unquote difficult? Successful, determined, take your pick of positive adjectives.” She came closer, he backed up some more. “I am sick and fucking tired of you, all of you, and the way you strut around this place with your chests puffed out and your sense of entitlement just because you were born with a dick. Fuck you, the whole lot of you. You make me sick. How about that?”

Speaking of puffed up chests, Letang’s breathing was labored and she felt the rise and fall of it as they came chest to chest. He stared down at her, partly in awe, but mostly in arousal. Lord, she was lovely when angry, her cheeks red, her mouth pursed, her eyes narrowed and hard. He should have apologized again, but all he wanted to do was kiss her, which didn’t make any sense, but she was just so damn beautiful right now.

He found his voice, sort of. “Jesus, Daff, you’re…”

“Call me difficult again and I will kick you in the balls.”

“I was going to say fiery.” He couldn’t stop himself, she was too pretty, too close, too fired up and it was turning him on too damn much. He mumbled, “Fuck.” And then he didn’t contemplate, he just acted as he bent down and kissed her with the slightest contact of his lips. Daphne immediately jumped back far enough to slap him silly.

Letang, who would never force himself on a woman in any capacity, took another step back as he flipped his hair out of his eyes that the slap had jarred loose, an apology forming in his mind. Before he could voice it, Daphne took a step forward, muttering, “Son of a bitch.”

Then, she was kissing him, much more aggressively than he had initially. Letang joyfully opened his mouth to welcome her inside and jumped at the chance to do the same. He clutched her by the back of the head, forcing their mouths to slot together tightly as he held her in place, barely breathing. It was fast and intense and when Daphne broke from him, she was panting and then slapping a palm over her mouth as if she could not believe Letang’s mouth had just been there. Her eyes went wide as she stared at him, saying nothing.

This wasn’t supposed to happen he thought, she hated him and he hated her. But he wanted her and when he looked in her eyes, he knew that she wanted him. He stepped forward this time, bending to kiss her and shove her back towards her metal desk that she sat on, scattering her things to the side and onto the floor.

He grabbed her legs roughly, wrapping them around his waist as he leaned over her to get closer and deepen the kiss. He felt her breath hitch and heard her moan when his growing erection pressed against the soft place between her thighs. Her dress pants were flimsy and he was just in his base layer so the thin barriers did little to mask either of their arousals.

He dipped his hips, rubbing his length along her slit as he ravaged her mouth with his. Daphne clung to him, unwilling to open her eyes and look at him for fear of finding out that this was real, that she was really making out with Kris Letang on her desk when she was supposed to be cleaning out her office and finding a new job.

While she was denying this was even happening, Letang was too involved in the moment to think about the consequences and he quickly moved things along. His hands came between them, working to free the long row of buttons down her blouse. Daphne found his bare hips under his shirt and when he had her shirt open, he paused their kiss to remove his own.

Now she opened her eyes, looked up at him as they both panted and she appreciated his beautiful form. The man was gorgeous, no denying that, and the look he was giving her was pure lust. It felt good to be wanted, to be desired, especially by such a magnificent creature as this man.

She said softly, “Kris…this doesn’t change anything. I still quit.”

“Good, because if you still worked here I’d have to stop.”

Daphne frowned. “Don’t.”

He grinned. “I won’t.”

She grabbed his hand, pulled him back on top of her and laid another brutal kiss on his lips. Kris quickly went on, working his mouth down her neck and onto her chest as Daphne reached back to undo her bra and free her breasts. He pulled the lacy fabric off her body and she moaned as he cupped both breasts in his hands and attached his mouth to one of her nipples.

“Oh…God.” Daphne’s voice was a squeak, barely a whisper of noise. Letang couldn't have that, he needed a whole lot more.

He kissed lower and then met her eyes as he undid her pants and pulled them down her legs to reveal a damp, black thong. He bent to kiss down her stomach again as his hands removed the last barrier between him and her cunt.

Daphne looked down as she leaned back on her elbows. It was wrong, this whole thing was just so very wrong on about a hundred levels. And yet the sight of Kris coming to his knees before her naked body, practically salivating…well, that was just so right.

Letang spread a line of fire along her flesh when he licked through her slit. Daphne's entire body reacted, running hot and flushing pink as her uncontrollable need for this and this man overtook her. His hands were burning hot on her thighs, his mouth wet heat against her core. She closed her eyes, determined to milk this completely inappropriate affair for all it was worth.

She came shouting his name, not giving a damn who might have been in the hallway to hear. She had already quit, there was nothing more they could do to her. Even if there had been, it would have been the farthest thing from her mind as Letang crawled up her body, shedding his spandex pants as he went.

His mouth was back on hers, his narrow hips widening her thighs, the silky smooth head of his cock probing her cunt and seeking entrance to her warmth.

He pushed in and Daphne met his eyes. “This is the only time I’ll admit it, but you were right. Fuck me hard, Letang. I need it so bad.”

Christ how he wanted to grin, be the cocky son of a bitch he normally was, but there was something in her eyes, a sadness he couldn’t account for and one he knew she would never explain even if they were friends instead of bickering antagonists.

So instead, he kissed her sweetly as he pressed in deep and hard. Daphne moaned against his lips in appreciation, but when he reared back and fucked her in earnest, she broke from his mouth, letting her head fall back as she reclined her elbows once more and he did his best to make her feel every brutal thrust.

As she knew he would be, Letang was incredible. His strokes were swift, but almost eerily perfect. He used his cock to caress every soft place in her cunt just so and she had been without for so long that it only took a few minutes until she called out his name again and came around his pumping cock.

Letang allowed her a moment to quell the orgasmic shaking of her body, but then he was right back at it. He leaned over her, pressing her back against the desk as he nipped at her throat and chest. Daphne wrapped her legs around his waist, keeping him deep, shortening his thrusts that were still absolutely breathtaking.

He was so close, but he wanted her to come again. Part of him wanted to make up for being such an asshole, but another part of him was made of pure male pride in regards to his lovemaking. He wanted her to walk away from this with memories to last a lifetime.

When he was dangerously close to letting loose, he leaned back and stood up straight, holding her hips and fucking her faster. His thumb sought out and found her clit. Daphne closed her eyes and covered them with her hand for good measure. He made her feel too much, every touch was intense and she feared that any visual stimulation would make her pass out when she came.

When she did come, Letang followed, groaning as she gasped, a chorus of filthy words falling from both their lips as they came to a mutual completion. Letang pulled out quickly and without emotion, wordlessly seeking out his clothes as Daphne laid there panting. She pushed herself up soon after and when they were dressed, Letang finally looked at her again. Things had happened so fast, he wasn’t sure what to do now.

“Daphne…I don’t know what to say.”

She pulled her hair down and redid it in a tight, neat bun, telling him simply, “I do. You’re a sexist asshole and I never want to see you again. But…you know…thanks for the great sex.” Later she would deal with the shame of fucking a man she didn’t even like, one who really was offensive and rude towards her simply because she was a woman. For now, she wanted it clear that this little foray into fornication had not altered her opinion of the man.

He nodded his consent, figuring he deserved that much. She brushed passed him as if nothing had happened between them, as if they hadn’t just had mind blowing sex on what used to be her desk. She grabbed her box, tossing in her personal items that had ended up on the floor and then reaching for the door.

She turned and addressed him again, her voice a little more gentle. “I’ll tell Sully and Jerry that your apology was more than satisfactory, but that I think it’s time I moved on.”

Letang nodded again. “Thank you. I’ll make sure they give you a letter of recommendation, or whatever you need to find a new position.”

“Thank you.”

She pulled the door open and Letang whispered her name. “Daphne.”

She turned and met his brown eyes, watched as he ran his fingers through his hair to push it back from his forehead, wondering how such a beautiful man could be so viciously inconsiderate of other people. “What?”

He stared at her a moment longer, wanting to ask about the flash of sorrow he had seen in her eyes, wanting to know more than her body, the urge to understand her soul somehow overpowering and yet too terrifying to even consider. He had no right to her thoughts or feelings and he advised himself to remember that.

He answered, “Good luck with everything. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

Daphne heaved out a breath, knowing full well that was not what he had intended to say. She clutched her box to her abdomen and told him in all seriousness, “Yeah…maybe, but I really hope not.”

Notes

Yo, this will be my last update for a while because I leave for Thailand this week! I promise lots more smut will be happening when I am back and I have three things half done right now. <3