Page 146 of Snap Shot

“I'll meet you at your place afterward. For every goal you make, you get to make me come.”

My jaw drops and I pull my mouth into a smile before it hits the floor. “Deal.”

Indi winks and scoots off my lap, then jumps off the massage table.

I take a peek under my waistband at the mess Indi's made and then at the sexy culprit, who hums and innocently repins the pleats onto her shoulder. The flimsy lace panties from the floor get shoved into my pocket as she scoffs and tries to retrieve them. “Nope, these are mine now.”

She crosses her arms and lifts an eyebrow. “So, where's my souvenir?”

I motion to my pants zipper, where my dick is down for the count, snoozing away, covered in his own excitement. “Lick me clean.”

“How is that a souvenir?”

The space between us vanishes in one stride. “You'll be so wet after, you'll think of me every step you take for the rest of the night.”

Ten minutes later, I fiddle with my shirt sleeves as I pull them through the arms of the blazer, running a hand through my hair, smiling to myself about how Indi used my face as a saddle. The dreamy stupor breaks when Wade flings the metal door open with a clang and marches through.

“The fuck wasthat?”

I didn't realize anyone was still around. I'd told the GM I'd catch up with the boys back at the hotel. Immediately after the shutout, we all went back to the locker room without a word, except for the chatter of the press doing individual interviews. I guess Wade finally felt the need to say something.

“Sorry, bud,” I say through a sigh, adjusting the panels of my jacket. “I blew it tonight. I don't know where my head was—”

His brows pull together. “What are you talking about?”

“The game.” I squint one eye. “What areyoutalking about?”

Wade shoots off a glare and clenches his jaw, then calls out the propped open door. “Jaeg! Get in here.”

He's here, too? The hell is going on?

Derrick bulldozes past Wade and slams the door shut.

“You saw what I saw, right?” Jaeg gives a solitary nod to Wade's question, but his eyes bore into mine. “See? We saw, Radek.”

“Saw what?”

“That pretty lawyer of yours leaving this room.”

Fear replaces the confusion on my face.

“Looking like a sexed-up Indian queen.”

Wade groans in disgust at the too-obvious admission. “You're fucking her?Jesus. Isn't that illegal? A conflict of interest?”

“It's not like that.” A weak defense if I ever heard one.

“First the PR chick, nowher?” he rants on, arms waving wildly. “I get they're hot, but how stupid can you be?” Wade stiff-arms me, setting me back two steps. “And what happened to Gym Girl?

“SheisGym Girl,” Jaeger grumbles.

Wade gasps and spins to Jaeg and back to me, head sagging to the side with a disappointed expression. “Ugh, no.”

Fuck my life. They've figured it out.

“It's not what you think it is. We're not fucking around—”

“Dude! Stoplying. I literally saw her leaving” —his hands dramatically point to the door then scamper over his head— “hair all, like—”

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