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I stay there for a few beats as our breathing comes down. I pull out of her, loving the way my cum drips out of her. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen second to her.

I pull her body up, along with her sweats, and kiss her neck gently, her body melting against mine. “I’ll be right back. Hide behind my desk.”

“I need a tissue or something, I can feel you dripping all over my thighs.”

I grin, kissing her lips sweetly. “Good, that’s what you get for wearing no panties outside of the house.”

I leave her with that, walking to my door as she crouches down behind my desk.

I swing the door open, my voice cold as I greet McCoy. “What do you need?”

“Do you know if I can practice over the weekend? Will anyone be here?”

Are you fucking kidding me? He interrupted me for this?

“I don’t know, kid. Find the maintenance staff and see if anyone will be around to let you skate for a bit,” I tell him, backing up to close my door on him.

“Okay, thanks,” is all he says, my door closing on him.

Jasmine giggles from under my desk. I walk around to her, putting my hands out to help her stand. She puts her small, soft hands in mine, letting me pull her up to stand.

“Is that what they call a three-pump chump?” Her tone is all tease, a single eyebrow raised.

I scoff at her, shaking my head. “You know damn well it was more than three pumps.”

“Oh, I don’t know, it ended so quickly it was hard to tell.”

“You brat.” I chuckle, turning off my computer and the lights as I shut down for the weekend. “I’ll take care of you properly later.”

We leave the facility, Jasmine walking ahead of me so that it doesn’t look suspicious. We meet in the coach’s garage, where no one’s around and we can take off.

Jasmine clutches my hand in hers in the center console of my SUV, en route to my mom’s house. Little does she know I have a surprise stop for her before we get there. I have a pickup game of hockey with some old friends from high school.

It’s our Thanksgiving tradition, getting together on the ice before splitting up to go home for Thanksgiving dinner.

It’s time I show her why they called me a legend, even if I can’t skate the way I used to.

Chapter 34

Jasmine

The GPS says we’re about fifteen minutes away from his mom’s house, and my stomach turns upside down at the thought.

It’s my first time ever doing something like this and I want them to all like me because if there’s one thing I know, it’s how important family is.

Elio pulls over into a parking lot in the main strip of his small town, the buildings all different colors, with early Christmas decorations adorning the windows on each one. The lampposts are wrapped in garland, twinkling lights strung from the buildings across the road to the other.

There’s an outdoor hockey arena in the center across the parking lot, but what catches my eye is the burnt orange building on the corner, across the road with a For Rent sign in the window.

A vision of my bakery right there on that corner lot hits me, the name “Minniebakes,” hanging over the door. The inside is bright, full of white, cream, and pale orange colors. There’d be a bookshelf wall, filled with books for people to donate, return, and read while at the bakery.

I’d have a counter full of goodies for the day, along with preorders waiting to be picked up alongside the back wall. There’d be a lineup of customers, a staff member or two helping me run the place.

“Jasmine?” Elio says, snapping me back to the present.

“Yes?” I swing my head in his direction, my gaze connecting with those dark green eyes I love to lose myself in.

“What was going on in that brain of yours?”

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