Page 77 of On Thin Ice

Shit. That wasn’t supposed to happen.

Yes, I wanted him like I’d never wanted anyone else—that had always been the case because he was hot and great in bed.

But now it was growing into more and that almost scared me more than my impending motherhood.

I leaned back in my chair, taking a deep breath.

Focus on work.

On work. Not on his gorgeous chocolate-brown eyes or his stupidly full lips that I want to suck on while he cups my breasts.

Damn. It.

I wiggled around in my seat, like that was going to ease the ache between my thighs or something.

Then I heard a ping, but it wasn’t my phone.

Oh, it was my work messenger program. My boss needed something.

Thank god. I could focus on that and not the father of my child who was driving me to distraction.

I responded to my boss on a lead for an upcoming project for one of our newer clients. I was still gathering data to present to them in a few weeks so they could set up focus groups. Time flew by as it always did when I was immersed in research reports and glorious spreadsheets. A lot of people would find my job boring, but I loved it. Solid data was important in order to make logical plans about how to proceed in all aspects of life.

“Come on. Get it in,” I yelled at the TV later that night. I was fighting exhaustion, but the Stampede had just scored, turning a tight game around, so I was invested.

And it had nothing to do with the sweaty interview with Dom they’d aired during the second intermission. I squirmed on the couch. Sweaty Dom, his hair plastered to his forehead as he tried to catch his breath after getting a goal in the last few seconds of the second period, was unfair to my well-being. Dammit, he was so damn hot.

And him saluting the camera after his goal, something he’d been doing every time he scored since my move to Denver, wasn’t helping my brain either.

I was achy and tired. My craving for an orgasm or two had slowed down in the last few weeks, but fucking hell, I still wanted that man constantly. Of course, he probably didn’t want to have sex with me when I looked like a blimp.

Feeling unsexy while wanting to get nailed to the mattress was not fun—not that I could be on my back right now.

Ugh.I dropped my head at my little pity party. But he had wanted me enough to moan my name when he jerked off in the shower just over a week ago. That had to count for something.

What the hell was I doing? I wanted to keep this as mess-free as possible, as I continually told myself. Having sex with Dom was about as messy as I could get.

I smirked.

But it would feel so damn good.

DOM

“That’s fucking right,” Millsy shouted as Sin scored. We were playing our second game of the road trip and currently were up three to two over Calgary. We’d squeaked out a win two nights ago against Vancouver, and that momentum was continuing with tonight’s game.

I tapped my glove against Sin’s and the rest of his line as they skated down the bench in celebration. There was nothing I wanted more than to head home in a few days with eight points. This season had been touch and go so far, and I definitely hadn’t helped with my shitty play earlier on, but just like the rest of the team, I was finding my groove.

And as much as her news had thrown me off at the start of the season, Ally was becoming my lucky charm. There was something about knowing she was watching me that made me want to do my best and get all the points. She looked so fucking adorable in the picture she’d sent me a few hours ago of her in my jersey. Our little peanut was getting bigger and bigger, and stretching the jersey made me stupidly happy.

So happy that I could almost forget about the text my father had sent the other day. Another one of his messages about how I was still looking sloppy this year and that my focus clearly wasn’t where it should be because I was playing house with “that woman I knocked up.”

Fucking prick. He’d again called me an idiot for not wrapping it up.Asshole.Then he’d thrown in that there was plenty of time for kids after my career was over.

Damnasshole.

I was determined to not be like that. I was going to be everything he never was, which honestly wouldn’t take much effort.

“Dom, scoot.” Micah’s voice cut through my thoughts, and I turned to face him as he nodded over my shoulder.

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