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I shouldn’t have been talking to Enzo. I keep letting myself fall into this false sense of normalcy. And I keep forgetting the rules. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. It won’t happen again,” I rush to say as soon as Luke is within earshot.
His brows draw down. “What are you sorry for?”
“For talking to another man. I shouldn’t have done it. I know that. I shouldn’t have…” I don’t know what to say to get him to forgive me.
“Tanna, I don’t care who you talk to. If you want to talk to Enzo, then talk to him. He’s a good guy.”
“You don’t care?” I ask, the concept a little farfetched if I’m being honest.
“No, I don’t,” Luke says while pulling his helmet off his head.
“Then why did you look mad?”
“Because you’re cold. I can tell you’re cold and I should have gotten you a jacket.” He sighs. “I’m not mad at you, Tanna. I’m pissed at myself for not considering your needs before bringing you here. I have to do better.”
“I’m fine. I’m not that cold,” I tell him. Or more like swoon at his feet. Could this man be any more perfect? I think not.
“Lia?” he calls out.
“Luke, don’t. It’s fine. I’m not that cold. I swear!” I tell him.
“What’s up?” Aliyah calls back from her seat.
“Can you ask someone to bring Montana a coat?”
“You don’t have to do that,” I insist. “It’s fine.”
“You’re cold and you don’t need to be. You shouldn’t have to be. Let me do this for you. Please,” Luke says.
“I already did. About five minutes ago. I got all of us one, Montana. Don’t worry.” Aliyah smiles at me.
“Oh, thank you.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t think about it sooner,” Luke says.
“Luke, you’re not my father. I don’t need you to look after my every need,” I tell him.
“I’m your husband, and that’s what husbands do. They tend to their wives every need.” His voice has dropped a pitch. It’s more husky. Growly.
My thighs clench together and my clit throbs at his hidden message. “You need to get back out there.” I nod behind him.
“Yeah, I do.” He sighs. “Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t need anything?” His eyes travel the length of my body before returning to my face.
“What I need you can’t give me right now. So, yes, I’m okay.”
“What is it that you need, Tanna?” he asks.
I lean forward and press my lips to his ear. “I need my husband to fuck me,” I tell him. “I need one of those orgasms only he can give me.” I step back and watch my words wash over him.
“Fuck my job. Giving you what you need is far more important,” he grunts.
“Don’t you dare. Nope, I came to Vegas to watch you play, Luke Jameson. Don’t even think about walking off that ice. Besides, you can make sure I get what I want tonight, after you win.”
“I’d much rather give it to you now,” he pouts.
“I know. But we can wait. We have the rest of our lives together, Luke. We can wait a few hours.”
“And the next,” he reminds me before skating off.
