Tanner

Last week was torture. Not getting to see Jenna and hear her voice at all was the worst. And the dreams I've been having have only made it worse. I'd gotten so used to seeing her, and having our little banter that one week without it nearly drove me mad. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. You'd think that some time away from her would make me more able to revert back to my old ways, but no! My favorite appendage still wasn't cooperating. He still only wanted Jenna.

I checked out the arena restaurant, Slap Shots, with a few guys at the beginning of the week and had to do a double-take. One of the bartenders there almost looks like Jenna- almost but not quite. I got so desperate in the week that she was away that I went home with said bartender twice- her home, not mine. She was cute. Petite- like Jenna- had brown hair- lighter than Jenna's- and hazel eyes- too green, not quite the same shade as Jenna's.

It's honestly a miracle I was able to get it up. I had to start myself off- thinking of my latest dream, starring the one and only woman who's been driving me crazy since moving here. Once I managed that, I had to work quickly. It's almost like my dick knew I was tricking him. I took the bartender from behind and made sure she never looked back at me. At least that way, I could pretend she was the person I actually wanted to be fucking.

The two times we hooked up were barely satisfying. Petite Bartender wasn't who I wanted- she wasn't Jenna, but she looked enough like her that I could pretend for a short amount of time. I never even bothered to remember her name. And I didn't care if it offended her that the name I called out each time I came wasn't hers. One guess whose name I cried out...

Needless to say, the week without Jenna was hell for me. So, when Monday rolled around, I was almost giddy. Jenna was coming back. And I had an AthletaWear meeting with her to finalize some details for my upcoming photoshoot.

I still remember our last meeting- the one where I stripped down in front of her. It was brazen of me, sure, but I needed to do something to gain her attention. I wonder what I can do today to get her attention.

I didn't miss the way her eyes traveled down my body, landing on my impressive package as I stood before her in nothing but my boxer briefs. It was hard not to see the lust in her eyes as she took me in. Yeah, she wanted me. I wonder if the week away was as difficult for her as it was for me. I wonder if I drive her as crazy as she drives me. What if she needed a release as bad as I did?

My last thought starts to burn through me like acid. I hope she didn't do anything like that. The idea of another man sleeping with Jenna- touching her makes my blood boil. I really hope she didn't fuck anyone while she was away. Not that I have any right whatsoever to feel like that. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me? She's a grown woman; she can do what she wants. The thing is, I want her to want me. Not only that, but I want her to want me as much as I want her. I just need to find a way to make that happen.

I start making my way down to the conference room where the meeting is supposed to be held. When I reach the open door, I hear multiple voices. One of which belongs to the person I'm most excited to see. She's chatting away with the photographer with her back turned away from the door. I decide to have some fun.

I peek into the room and catch the photographer's attention. Wanting to be sneaky, I bring my index finger to my lips, begging him to keep quiet as I walk up behind Jenna. I quietly approach her from behind.

Once I'm directly behind her, I pull her into my chest in a big bear hug. "Welcome back, Jenna! I've missed you!"

She yips in surprise as I lift her feet off the ground and start spinning her around. When she gets over the initial shock, she tries to squirm out of my grasp. "Tanner! Put me down!"

I stop what I'm doing and place her gently back on her feet, planting a quick peck to her cheek before letting her go.

As she turns around to face me, I give her my best panty-dropping smile. "Come on, Jenna, you know you missed me."

She rolls her eyes at me. "Sure, Tanner. I missed you. Can we get to work now?"

I nod, keeping my smile in place. She said she missed me. Sure, she meant to sound annoyed when she said it, but if she didn't miss me at least a little bit, she wouldn't have said it at all. I'll consider that a point in my favor.

Jenna shakes her head, still trying to look annoyed- she fails. She looks cute as hell when she's pretending to be irritated with me. "Anyway," she says, "Tanner, this is Sebastian, the photographer for AthletaWear. Seb, this is Tanner, our newest client and member of the Cobras hockey team."

I shake hands with Sebastian and say a quick greeting. Then, he goes through a spiel about what I should expect on shoot days- who will be there, where we usually meet, etc. He then explains that the clothes I'll be modeling have been brought in. They have various color choices for me to go through for each outfit in the line I'll be representing. I just need to go through them with Jenna and let her know which colors I prefer for each item. He then excuses himself, explaining that Jenna can take it from here, as he has another meeting to attend.

Once we're finally alone, Jenna tells me to start looking through the clothes and let her know what pieces I like most from each item in the line. Her tone is authoritative, and it's starting to turn me on. I like it when she gets all bossy on me. I bet I'd like it even more in the bedroom.

Jenna notices that I'm letting my thoughts wander. "Tanner! You really need to pay attention. We need to finalize your color choices for the shoot. Just look through them, and tell me which ones you prefer."

Fuck, yeah! I love it when she screams my name. Boss me around some more, baby.

I force myself to start paying attention and focus on the task at hand. I go through everything with Jenna and tell her what my preference is for each item of clothing. When all the decisions are made, she tells me she'll let the rest of the team know what my choices are, and she'll confirm with corporate when the photoshoot will be scheduled.

I nod along as she tells me what to expect next. "Sounds good!"

Feeling adventurous, I decide to press my luck- see if I can wind her up a little before this meeting comes to an end. "So, Jenna, when are we gonna hang out outside of work?"

Jenna raises an eyebrow. "We see each other at the bar all the time, Tanner."

I chuckle. "True, but I never really get to hang out with you there. All the other guys seem to eat up all of your attention."

Jenna's eyes blaze with emotion, and a devious look spreads across her face. She starts moving closer and smiling real sweet. "Aw, Tanner, don't tell me you're jealous."

Is she really doing this? Fuck, yeah, I'll play along.

I move even closer to her. Our noses almost touch. I can feel the heat of her breath on my lips, and I see a flicker of desire flash in her eyes. "And what if I am?"

She knows I'm testing her, trying to get her to crack before I do. She's tough, though, Jenna refuses to lose. She refuses to back down. I feel the pressure of her putting her hand on my chest. My heartbeat speeds up. Jenna leans closer and whispers in my ear. "Then, you'll just have to get over it."

She turns and walks out the door. I feel cold, replacing the warmth of her hand where it was just placed on my chest. The room feels empty now without her in it. I look down, only to discover she's also left me with a raging boner.

I smile to myself. Just one touch, and she's made my dick rock-hard. Well played, Jenna. Well played.