Page 90 of Power Play

“No. I woke up and saw you were gone. Figured you might’ve run.”

“From all the kicking you do in your sleep?”

“I don’t kick.”

“The bruise on my shin would say otherwise.” I roll my eyes, and her grin stretches wider. “Want to join me?”

I move across the deck and lean my arms on the railing. “Are you wearing any clothes under that big blanket of yours?”

“One of your shirts. Felt like it was more appropriate than my formal dress or going naked.”

“My building manager might’ve complained about the nudity.” I lift my chin in her direction. “Which shirt?”

“I don’t know. One from a stack that smelled fairly clean and not like the sweaty jersey I normally see you in.” She opens the blanket, showing off what she picked. It’s an old shirt from college that hangs down to her knees. It has my last name on the back, and I bet I’d really like seeingSullivanstretched across her shoulders. “It’s comfy.”

“That’s one of the lucky ones.”

“Well. Hopefully it helps you win tomorrow. Or, today, I guess. God, I’m messing up your sleep schedule, aren’t I?”

“Game isn’t until eight. Don’t need to be at the arena until four. I can take a nap in the morning.” I yawn and tap on her wrist. “Move over, Sunshine. I’m fucking freezing.”

“Sunshine?” She holds open the blanket and I slide in beside her. Our sides press together, and it’s like an inferno in here. “I get another nickname?”

“Figured it fit. You’re bright. Warm. You make people happy.”

“When skies are gray? Do I make you happy, Liam?”

“Yeah, you do. And not many people make me happy.”

“Feels like I should make that a plaque or something.I make Liam Sullivan happy. And under it, I’ll addI also swallowed his cum.Maybe that’s the key to happiness.”

A laugh rushes out of me. I can’t help it. Not when she grins up at me with mischievous eyes. Not when I can literallyseeher gaining confidence every time we’re together.

I have the time of my life when I’m on the ice. Being in the middle of an intense hockey game is thrilling with adrenaline and high-stakes and nonstop action.

This is a different kind of thrill.

The kind I could get addicted to if I’m not careful.

And for once in my life,carefulis the last thing I want to be.

“Someone’s got jokes. Two orgasms—sorry, three, forgot about the one in the shower—later and you’re a stand-up comedian, Mitchell?”

“Made you laugh, didn’t I?”

“I swallowed a bug. That was me choking. Kind of like you did on my cock earlier.”

Her laugh echoes mine, and she nudges my ribs with her elbow. “Tit for tat, huh?”

“Tit for something. And you have nice ones.”

“That was so cheesy. Want to sit? I was really enjoying looking at the stars beforesomeonecame out here and interrupted me. That lounger you have in the corner is calling my name.”

“I come out here sometimes. Not when it’s thirty-eight degrees and I’m freezing my balls off.” I lead her to the cushioned chair and sit down first. I spread my legs so she can fit between them and she leans back, resting against me. Taking the blanket from her, I drape it around us haphazardly, creating a cocoon. “I like to look at the night sky. Helps quiet my mind.”

“How do you think the season is going so far?”

“Is this on the record or off?”

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