Page 71 of Puck Princess

His lips find my ear, his voice a low, desperate plea. “Dance with me.”

I nod, maybe a little too aggressively. Owen pulls me towards the floor, but not before I can give Lance’s arm a quick squeeze.

Once we’re in the middle of the floor, he pulls me close, and our bodies obey the music. We kiss passionately. It's a swirl of me needing to feel protected by him and him needing to make it obvious who I belong to.

And I am fine with that.

Our hips grind. Our hands wander.

Owen turns me around, and I lean my head back against his shoulder, exposing my neck. He kisses it, his lips warm and his breath hot.

“Wanna get out of here?”

“I don’t think we can leave yet…” I breathe jaggedly as he runs his hand over my breast and down my hip.

I moan into him. I know the music is loud enough that no one hears it. But even if they did… it doesn’t matter. I am his.

Maybe we can slip out the back while no one is looking.

“But I want you.”

Fuck me. Or maybe we just do it right here.

Before I can make that terrible plan a reality, the music suddenly stops. Everyone in the room turns towards the DJ booth where Rodger and Spencer are standing, looming over the crowd like royalty.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” Rodger says into a microphone that is turned up higher than it needs to be. “I won’t keep you from having a good time. I just wanted to thank everyone for coming to The Jaguar’s opening night. I’m especially happy to have the Houston Scythes here with us.”

Oh god. Here we go.

“As many of you know, my son Spencer is now a valuable player on the Scythes. And I thought what better way to tee off his season?—”

“Wrong sport, dumbass,” Owen snorts out a quiet laugh.

“—than to open the official party spot for the Scythes?”

“What the fuck does he care about where we party?” Lance growls.

Dax appears next to us, eyes glassy. “He’ll care a lot once he owns the team.”

Owen nearly chokes on his tongue asking for clarification.

“Rodger is looking into buying the team. That’s the word on the hockey streets, anyway.” Dax shrugs like he doesn’t care one way or another. He probably doesn’t.

Must be nice.

I’m numb. The room is spinning. Everything feels hazy and out of focus.

If Spencer’s dad buys the team…

I’d lose my job. Owen could lose his job. Spencer could blackmail Uncle Randy with that video of Kennedy.

Oh god.

It would be like my last job, except not only would I never get another job in sports medicine—or any medicine for that matter—but every person I know would suffer, too.

But if I come clean to Owen or Uncle Randy before Santos buys the team, Spencer will leak the video of him and Kennedy everywhere.

I feel like I’m going to be sick.

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