Page 43 of Hockey Boy

Sitting back, I shake my head. “I’ve got this under control.”

The truth is that so long as I can be the person Lennox needs—the fake fiancé, the friend—without showing her how truly attached I already am, this will be fine.

Or it will be a disaster. But at least I’ll be smiling while it lasts.

Step one of my plan is to show Lennox how chill I can be around her. What better way to do that than in a steamy hot tub?

“Knock, knock,” I sing while tapping against her door.

“You’ve got the wrong door,” she yells from the other side.

Chuckling, I tap louder. “Come on, it’s your fake?—”

I don’t get the words out before she’s swinging the door open and yanking me inside. “Are you insane? Someone could have heard you,” she hisses.

The smile I’ve been sporting falls as I take her in, and my mouth goes dry. She’s got a hot pink silk robe pulled tight around her waist, and her full breasts are spilling out, obviously free beneath the smooth fabric, herpebbled nipples enticing me almost as much as her bare legs.

She was dressed in a robe the other night, but it was the thick bathrobe kind. There were no nipples poking through the fabric, and her cleavage was barely on display.

Fuck.

Lennox always has had a great rack, but somehow, every time I see her, she just gets prettier.

I thumb toward the door, trying to catch my breath. “Was going to invite you up to the roof.” I raise my eyes to her face, hoping that avoiding her luscious curves will make it easier to speak. But when those soulful blue eyes lock on me, my tongue gets even more tied.

God, she’s gorgeous.

This was a terrible idea.

“The roof?” She frowns.

I choose to focus on her skepticism rather than how much I just want to say fuck it and drag her into her bedroom. That would obviously be a terrible idea.

“There’s a hot tub up there. Gavin had it installed after we won the Cup.”

Lennox perks up, her expression brightening. “Seriously? Hockey Daddy has been holding out on me? I had no idea.”

I shake my head. “No.”

Her smile grows. “No?”

“No, you cannot call my brother Hockey Daddy.”

With a flourish, she spins, her slinky robe flaring out and giving me the tiniest peek of her ass, and heads toward her bedroom. “Don’t be jealous, Hockey Boy.” In the doorway, she grasps the frame and tilts her head back. “Single dads aren’t my kink.”

She disappears into her room with a loud laugh, leaving me standing in the middle of her living room with my jaw wide open.

“Wait, where are you going?” I yell. I’m not sure if I’ve been dismissed or if I’m supposed to stay here.

Lennox giggles. “I’m getting my suit.”

And I’m back to smiling again.

“How was your day?” I ask as we settle beneath the bubbling water. The weather is mild, and despite the light pollution, the sky sparkles above. It’s a perfect night.

Lennox leans her head back and moans in a way that makes my dick perk up. Thank fuck we’re the only people out here. If any of the guys saw her like this, I’d have to murder them.

“God, this feels good.” She lifts her foot and presses it against the steady pressure of water coming from one jet. “My day was okay. Just went to work and did a little more planning for Gavin and Millie’s wedding.”

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