Page 73 of On Thin Ice

I turned my attention fully to the front of the room. At least I had a long day at the arena filled with meetings, tape review, practice, and some cardio. That was on top of all the cardio I didthis morning because I’d had to get out of my condo. I’d had the workout room to myself since no one else was getting up that early to work out after a game day.

Yeah, I definitely wouldn’t have time to think about coming with Ally’s name on my lips.

I bit back a groan.

Which is what I should’ve done this morning.

Fuck. It. All.

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I was exhausted when I walked into the condo later that night. I’d almost gone out with the guys for dinner, but I knew I was just avoiding coming home, and I needed to get my head out of my ass.

“Hey,” she said when I walked in.

I tried to read her expression, but it was neutral and happy. Normal Ally.

Okay. I could do this.

Fuck. She looked beautiful. Her hair was piled on her head in her usual messy bun and her oversized shirt stretched over her belly and left one shoulder bared so I could see her bra strap and that perfect skin I wanted to taste.

Damn. It.

“Hi,” I said, attempting to sound nonchalant. “You hungry?”

Because I fucking was.

I swear I was going to slam my head against the wall as soon as she was out of sight.

“Sure. What are you thinking?” she asked as she unfolded her legs and stood. She turned to grab something off the back of the couch, and I was greeted with her delectable ass in leggings.

“Takeout of some kind,” I said with a shrug.

She laughed softly. “One of us is going to have to learn how to cook. I mean, I have a basic skill set, but we can’t do takeout every night.”

“I know, I know. It’s just easy, and cooking for one sucks.”

“Agreed. Maybe we could cook together,” she said, stopping in front of me and looking up. Her blue eyes twinkled. Fuck. She was stunning.

“Uh, sure.”

“You okay?” she asked.

“Yup. Never better.” Apparently, we were going to pretend this morning didn’t happen, which was fucking fine by me.

Except I couldn’t stop thinking about what would’ve happened if she’d stepped into the shower with me. I had a very vivid memory of her doing that when we fucked after Ethan and Penny’s wedding last year, our skin sliding together as I lifted her into my arms and pressed her against the shower wall, then sank my cock inside of her.

Fuck.

My body clenched, and my cock hardened.

“You must be wrung out,” she said.

“What?”

She narrowed her eyes on my face, a small smile playing on her lips.

“You know. From practice all day? Especially after a game last night. Usually, they don’t have early morning practices after a game night, I thought. Millsy pushing you too hard?”

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