Page 70 of Ice Dance Hockey

Logan whacks my chest. “Don’t be an asshole.”

It takes all my willpower to keep away from temptation.

I turn my focus to draping the chain around his neck and do up the clasp. “The clasp resembles a scorpion when it’s clipped together.”

He laughs, rubbing his fingers over it. “Oh my God. Did tiny elves fashion it in their workshop?”

I smirk. “An elf called Mansfield. Henry Mansfield. He’s been the jeweler for our family for decades.”

“Naturally your family has a jeweler. Does it look okay? Or does it make me look stupid?”

“I think you’re stunning, but come see for yourself.” There’s a mirror above the fireplace. I stand behind him while he admires his new necklace that sits just below his clavicle.

“Actually, I … wow, I kinda love it.”

My chest lifts with pride.Elkington shoots, he scores!It’s so hard to get any kind of approval from Logan that even the smallest of things feel like mountainous achievements. “The chain is titanium so that it’s durable for skating.”

“Yes, it’s tight enough against the skin it should be fine. Nevertheless, I won’t be wearing this every single day, Rhett. You’re just going to have to suck it up.”

I frown. “Why not?”

“Because I’m a person, not a character from a porn novel. I’m surprised I love it as much as I do, though. Thank you, gorilla.”

He leans over to kiss my cheek and his soft lips leave their mark, igniting something … Something deep and swirling. A bird taking flight. An angel getting its wings. A bursting, popping sensation. There’s another hit of his summer scent mixed in with all the euphoria.

Blinking, I clear my throat and step away from him, even though my arms itch to wrap around him.

“What’s up? Are you staying? Going? I think Merc’s making his special recipe mac ‘n’ cheese.”

Whatever just happened inside of me, he hasn’t noticed.

“You eat mac ‘n’ cheese?”

“Fuck, no. Well, maybe a few bites with my salad and grilled chicken breast. I’m like a reverse toddler.”

I play with the necklace as though I’m adjusting it for him, but really, I want to touch my mark on him. I want to feel his creamy skin under my smooth fingertips.

Shit.What’s happening to me?

“They’re corrupting you,” I say.

Fuck it. A little nibble couldn’t hurt. Allowing myself to wrap an arm around him from behind like I’ve been dying to, I suck the lobe of his ear into my mouth and press him against my body so that he can feel the hardness that’s just for him.

“You like to live dangerously, eh?” he says.

“I told you, I’m not afraid of Mercy.”

“And you don’t care that the object of your affection might catch you with me?”

Object of my affection? Who’s the—Jack. Right. Nibbling on Logan would give the wrong impression.

He’s so delicious, though.

“Want to come to my apartment?” I’ll feast on him there.

He turns around and slaps my chest. He’s smiling. “Okay, gorilla, time for you to go. I’ll see you … when will I see you?”

Fucking dammit. My dick is going to burst, but I force my arousal back into its cage. I pull out my phone to check the calendar as he does the same. Looks like my PA put in a couple of charity events we’ll have to attend. I should take him on a few more dates too…

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