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Staying professional is hard, but she and the other coaches are pushing us even harder to get ready for the tournament to start.

“Taking a break?” Willa skates over to me as I squeeze water from my bottle into my mouth.

“Water break,” I grunt, trying to catch my breath.

“You need to work on your stamina. Breathe through your nose and push yourself harder.” She nods to the other guys still running drills. “You’ve taken twice as many breaks. It’s all in your head.”

“You have a problem with my stamina?” I’ll show her how long I can last if that’s her issue.

“No.” Her big blue eyes squint up at me. “You’re not even trying. I have a problem with you being lazy.”

“I can prove you wrong.” Her back hits the wall as I crowd over her. “I can go all day and all night.”

Her eyes widen, but she sucks in her lips to stop whatever retort she has. Slowly, her lip ticks up to a smirk.

“I want to see that same effort on the ice.” She pokes my chest. “Now get back out there.”

Bringing the whistle to her mouth, she puffs her cheeks out, but I steal it out of her hand.

“Don’t blow that in my face unless you want me to give you something else to blow between those lips.” I raise my eyebrows to suggest exactly what I’d like to see her mouth on, but she looks horrified.

Willa’s mouth drops as she sucks in a sharp breath.

“I’m kidding.” Sort of. Who wouldn’t want their dick sucked? “Are you ok?”

“Too far, Carter.” She wipes the fear from her face, but she’s definitely hiding something. “Be professional.”

She backs away from me to get a safe distance between us.

No one can hear us. Everyone is too busy to notice us off to the side, and the noise of sticks slapping and blades scraping is too loud.

“I am, but I can’t help getting turned on when you boss me around like that.” I wink at her and turn away to rejoin my team.

Before I make it fully around, a hard smack lands on the center of my ass. Surprised by the hard whack of her hand, I look over my shoulder to see Willa acting innocently, and trying not to laugh.

“I’ll get you for that.” I point at her evil little game. I can’t get her back. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her position here, and I could never physically hurt her.

Whether it’s sexual or not, I could never cause her pain.

She skates past me and blows her whistle as she goes. Teasing me with a little sway of her hips.

I push myself harder to impress her, but that leads to me being too exhausted to impress her in other ways. This tournament is going to be the death of me.

It’s been a week, and we’re miraculously still in it. One more game to play and we make it to the Frozen Four for our shot at the championship.

The guys are all hyped up, and you can’t help but get swept up in the excitement.

Between coaching us, therapy, and doctor visits, Willa’s been practicing with the girls on the women’s team. Nothing too big. I watched once, and they were taking it very easy on her.

Coach Higgins won’t let her back on the team. She’s not ready for that yet, but some of her friends have taken time away to play and practice with her.

With so much going on, we haven’t had time for more than a few quickies in the back of my car.

After Power Skate this morning, we have the rest of the day off to catch up on our classes, but with a plan in mind, I step onto Willa’s porch to surprise her.

She’ll be leaving for class soon, but I think we both deserve a break.

I raise my hand to knock when the door swings open.

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