Page 129 of Sinful Secrets

When the crowd cheers, I glance behind me to see Spencer and Joey exit the penalty box.

Joey steals the puck as it is passed down the ice. He passes the puck over to Spencer, who is skating toward the opposing goalie. He doesn’t have a shot, so he skates around the net and passes the puck to number eight.

“Who’s number eight?” I whisper to Christy.

He’s shorter than the rest of the guys on the ice, but he exudes confidence and grit. He’s pretty bulky, too.

“Gage Roberts.” She says just as he lifts his stick and takes a shot.

Gage isn’t short. I stood next to him and he towered over me.

The crowd groans with disappointment as the puck hits the post with a loud ding before being shot down to our end of the ice.

Players from both teams skate to the benches to switch out.

I watch as Spencer opens the door and hops in as several players effortlessly jump over the board and land on the ice.

The goalie for the San Diego Storm hits the puck back to center ice, where their player takes control of it and heads straight for our goalie.

Christy spins around to watch the game with me. She bumps into my arm. “So, are you ready to talk about your mystery boyfriend? I’m assuming based on the flowers and the kiss that you uncomplicated the situation?”

My gaze immediately moves to where Spencer is sitting on the bench.

Christy gasps and grabs my arm. Pulling me closer to her side, she whispers, “Please tell me all the dirty details about dating one of our players.”

“What? Why would you assume I have dirty details to give?” I turn to look at her.

“I need to live vicariously through you, Savannah. If you tell me he’s boring in bed, I may cry.”

“He’s definitely not boring. On or off the ice.”

There’s no way I’m telling her about the mafia stuff, especially with everything going on.

My face blushes as I remember the past couple of days with Spencer and how he pushed me to my limits. He pulled orgasm after orgasm from me, bringing me higher with each one.

It was almost as if he was obsessed with bringing me to the brink time and time again.

I tried to return the favor, but he refused. He even restrained my hands to prevent me from touching him.

By the end of the night, I was floating on cloud nine and completely sated.

“Earth to Savannah.” Christy waves her hand in front of my face.

“Oh, sorry. I was just-” My cheeks burn with embarrassment.

She cuts me off. “You were just thinking about Spencer Reed and the things he does to you, weren’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“So what is it like?”

A referee blows his whistle, stopping the game. I turn away from the ice and wave my sign to the crowd.

They yell and cheer.

“There’s only one minute and twenty seconds left in the game, Savannah. You have to tell me.”

I give her a smile and roll my eyes.

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