Page 44 of Conner

He clicked on the TV and settled in. The game today would determine who they were going to play in the first round of playoffs. It was between Florida and Montreal. He was really hoping for the latter because even with Blake Kelly out for the stunt he pulled with Wes, Conner had no desire to play them again soon. After the first period was over, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Conner?”

“I’m in here.”

Sasha came around the corner and his heart fucking stopped. She was still in his t-shirt, but instead of his shorts, she was in little sleep shorts. Her dark hair she normally had styled to perfection was a big pile of messy curls on top of her head. She had on glasses and no make-up. For someone as put together as Sasha was, it was incredible to see her like this.

“You look beautiful,” he said honestly.

She glared at him.

“What? You do. Although you look beautiful all the time.”

“Well, that's good I guess because this is me on a day when I don't plan on leaving the house.”

“I like it. Get in here,” he said, holding his arm out ready for her to come sit next to him on the couch. And his heart soared when she did just that. She came and sat right next to him, tucking her feet up underneath herself as he slid his arm around her.

“What are you watching?”

“The Florida Montreal game.”

“You really are all hockey all the time, aren't you?”

Conner nodded. “Especially during playoffs.”

“The winner of this game is who you guys play for the first-round right?”

“Yep, here's hoping it's Montreal.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” he said as he turned to her and traced his finger softly along her jaw. The circumstances were beyond shitty, but it felt amazing to have her next to him.

“Okay, this is something I have been wondering about for a long time. I have searched for the answer, watched videos, and I still don't quite get it.”

“Okay, I'm listening,” he said, wondering what she was thinking about.

“What exactly is icing? And while we're at it, how the hell does offsides work?”

“Stick with me, baby. I'll teach you all the intricacies of hockey,” he said, pulling her close.

“I’ve been pretty good at learning by myself. I came into this job knowing next to nothing.”

“I never would’ve known, you do a great job,” he said and kissed the top of her head. He couldn't help but smile at the way her mound of curls tickled his nose.

They cuddled on the couch, and he explained the finer points of the game to her. She really had taught herself quite a bit considering she came into this without knowing a thing.

By the end of the second period Florida was up three. Conner wasn't happy about that. He wasn't looking forward to meeting them again on the ice. But he still had a regular season game plus an amped up training schedule to get through before he had to worry about Florida.

At the end of the second period, he turned to look at Sasha, and she was smiling up at him.

“What is it?”

She shrugged. “Nothing. I just like looking at you,” she said.

And damn, he liked looking at her too. He bent his head down and kissed her. She had the most kissable lips he’d ever encountered. He’d been dreaming about those lips for way too long. Kissing them and everything else those lips could do. He deepened the kiss and she moaned.

She pulled back and looked at him with a look that made his already stiffening cock rock fucking hard. And then she climbed onto his lap straddling him, clouding his thoughts in lust. She pulled her shirt off and Conner was done. With one hand he brought her face to his and kissed her deeply and the other hand held her perfect breast. There wasn't one thing about this woman he didn't like. She ground against his cock in his pants, and he hissed.

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