Page 81 of Hockey Wife

A knock sounded on the door, making Georgia jump and unfortunately drop her hand from his dick.

“Breakfast is up, lovebirds!” His mother’s voice crashed the party. “And we need to get ready for your sisters.”

“Your sisters.” Georgia’s eyes reflected terror. “And the game! Oh my God, you have so much to do today and here I am, interfering with your prep again.”

Squeezing one out would work perfectly for his prep, but it looked like that was no longer an option because Georgia was busily scouring the bed for her panties. Far too quickly, she found them, and had them on before he could spend any significant time enjoying the sight of her gorgeous, round ass.

“Okay if I use the bathroom first?”

“Su—” But she was already gone.

He took a gander at his aching dick and sighed. Looked like he’d be heading into the series, frustrated as ever.

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Georgia tapped her fingers on the table at the coffee shop and sent another longing look toward the door. What had she been thinking?

Sending out an SOS on the first day of the playoffs was probably one of her worst ideas. Of course everyone would be busy. She checked her phone again, expecting to see an incoming message from Tara, telling her that she couldn’t join a frivolous bitch like Georgia for coffee after all.

“Watch you don’t burn a hole in that phone.”

Georgia looked up to find a grinning Tara, looking as glamorous as ever, pushing a stroller with her daughter, Esme. Behind her was a tall, striking woman with familiar cheekbones.

“Oh, hi, you’re here!”

“Of course! I don’t think you guys have met—this is my bestie, Mia Wallace. I know you wanted me all to yourself, but given your request, she is really the best person to help here. I’ll get the coffees in. Another for you, G?”

“No, I’m fine.”

Leaving Esme in her stroller playing with a cuddly giraffe, Tara waltzed off.

Mia took a seat opposite Georgia. “We’ve met before.”

“We have. Outside the Empty Net a couple of weeks ago.”

“You were on the verge of something, I think.”

That was perceptive. “It’s kind of complicated.”

Mia held up her hand. “I won’t pry, and if you’d rather I left so you can chat with Tara, then I’ll take my coffee to go.”

“Not at all. If Tara thinks you should be here, then that’s fine by me.”

Esme held up her giraffe, her grin toothy and bright. “Mama!”

“She’ll be back in a second, sweetheart.” Georgia turned to Mia with a grimace. “I know zero about babies.”

“Neither do I, but this one is her mother’s daughter. A real attention-seeker.” Mia’s lips twitched. “So, Banks, huh?”

Georgia could feel a blush coming on, the mere mention of his name taking her back to the morning’s delights. His mouth on her, sucking, licking, kissing …

Mia chuckled. “I see.”

“Do you know him?”

“Not well. He and my husband are teammates, so we’ve crossed paths. He’s got a great line drive, amazing vision from the center half.”

“You’re married to Cal Foreman, right?” He occupied one of her flash cards, but she hadn’t done any research on his wife beyond her name.

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