Page 73 of Pucks and Coffee

I snort. “Wife, I’ve been hard since the moment I saw that bow on your head.”

She giggles as she trails kisses along my ribs where I am bruised from the puck. “Will you be okay playing tonight?”

I nod. “I’m fine.”

She runs her fingers along the tender skin and then kisses it once more. “Okay. I can’t wait. I’m sitting up in a box with Louisa and Austen. I think even some of the Adler family will be up there, so I’ll put in a good word.”

At the mention of the Adler family, basically hockey royalty in Nashville, my heart seizes in my chest. I want to impress everyone, but it’s crazy how impressing them isn’t as high on my priority list as impressing my wife. I’ll deal with that thought later. Instead, I wrap my arms around my wife and kiss her fully on the lips. She tangles her fingers in the hair along the back of my neck before we both pull away, panting. “Wanna take a nap?”

She nods. “Sounds great.”

“Let me get dressed,” I tell her, but before either of us can leave the bathroom, there is another knock at the door. She gives me a confused look, and I shrug. I have my shorts on, so I forgo the shirt, pulling the door open. On the other side, in a dress that leaves nothing to the imagination, is a stunningly beautiful blonde with bright-red lips and heels that make her almost eye level with me. Before I met my tiny wife, the minx in front of me would have been my jam, but now, I only want Eliza. Again, another thought to worry about later.

I furrow my brows. “Can I help you?”

“I told you I’d be up around now.”

My brow furrow deepens. “Huh?”

She gives me a look. “You hired me? I’m your entertainment for the afternoon.”

I blink, ignoring how she is jutting out her chest or how seductively she’s looking at me. Old Coleson wouldn’t think twice about inviting her in, but I don’t want her. Not even to tape my stick. As she leans into the doorframe, I look down at her. And then do something I never thought I’d do in a situation like this.

I laugh.

CHAPTER 38

Eliza

“You hired me? I’m your entertainment for the afternoon.”

My eyes widen in disbelief at the forwardness in the female voice, but what really has me confused is Coleson’s laughter. It’s carefree, full of humor, even if I can see the confusion all over his face.

“You’ve got the wrong person, lady,” I watch him say, shaking his head. “I haven’t ordered any entertainment in a long time. I’m a married man.”

And he claims not to love me…

“I don’t care what you are. You paid me,” she insists, and Coleson’s laughter falls off.

He looks over at me with a “What the hell is going on?” expression before he sets her with a look. “No. I didn’t. Wrong guy.”

“I don’t know why you’re lying now. It happened when you got in this morning. You paid me in the lobby to be up here at twelve, so it gave you enough time to thoroughly fuck me before you had to leave for the rink.”

Coleson narrows his eyes. “That’s untrue. One, I don’t fuck before a game. And two, I don’t need three hours to get off.”

“I don’t care about any of that. I’m just doing what I was paid for.”

She starts to enter the room, and I step between them. Her eyes widen, and I know she’s a lying piece of shit. “Who sent you?”

Her brows basically touch her hairline as she pins me with a look. “I don’t know what you are?—”

“You do,” I say, holding her gaze, even if it makes my neck ache. “I know my husband. He is fully satisfied and doesn’t need another woman when I am more than enough to handle.”

“Men always?—”

“Not my man,” I say with more confidence than I realized I had. “Plus, I know his routine. He is a creature of habit and doesn’t have sex before games. So, I’ll ask again. Who hired you to put him in a compromising situation?”

The girl looks from me to over my head at Coleson, who I know is standing behind me with his arms crossed, looking ever-so imposing. The only reason I know that is because I can feel the heat coming off him, and his elbows are brushing my shoulders. She looks back at me and then turns on her high-ass heels before rushing away. I roll my eyes. “Coward!” I call after her and then step back to shut the door. “Ridiculous.”

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