Page 73 of Hot Mic, Cold Ice

“Smells amazing,” I say, coming up behind her, kissing her neck.

She laughs, turning to give me a quick peck on the lips. “Trying out a new recipe. Thought we’d celebrate your upcoming debut with a little feast.”

Dinner is a lively affair, full with her recounting tales from her day at the news station and me sharing how things are going at the studio. It is an easy exchange, this deep-seated support for each other’s careers has become the bedrock of our relationship.

After we eat, we settle down on the couch, glasses of wine in hand. I watch her, the way the light flickers in her eyes, the animated way she speaks. A profound sense of completeness washes over me.

“Zig,” I start, my voice more serious now. She looks at me, her expression shifting to one of attentiveness. “You know, every day with you is a bit like stepping onto the ice. There’s excitement, a bit of nerves, but above all, there’s this incredible sense of rightness, like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

She smiles, leaning her head on my shoulder. “I feel that too, Elliot. Maybe not the ice part but everything else. It’s like... despite everything, we found our way back to each other.”

With a deep breath, I reach into my pocket, pulling out a small velvet box that has been living on my person for several weeks. Her eyes widen as I open it to reveal a ring.

“Ziggy, these past months, this life we’re building... I can’t imagine doing it with anyone else. I love you more than I thought possible. Will you marry me?”

For a moment, time stands still. Then, her eyes brim with tears, and a radiant smile spreads across her face. “Yes, Elliot. Yes, a thousand times yes.”

I slip the ring onto her finger before embracing her, the world around us obsolete. This is our new beginning, another chapter with my girl. A million journeys with Ziggy will never be enough.

Epilogue

As I settle into the bustling studio, my eyes fix on the monitors displaying Elliot’s first segment of the season on ACN. He stands confidently, his presence commanding yet still relaxed. It is amazing how far he has come in blending his sports expertise with charismatic media savvy. With each point he articulates about the game’s strategy and player dynamics, my heart swells with pride.

Elliot isn’t just a former player commenting. He is professional, shedding light on the intricacies of hockey with sharp and insightful analysis. Watching him interact with the other analysts, throwing in a joke here and there, he not only engages the audience, but also makes the complexities of hockey accessible, even exciting. This might be his first broadcast of the season, but he looks as though he’s been doing it for years.

Elliot stands confidently behind the ACN studio desk, the bustling pregame arena forming a lively backdrop. He is the same cocky, unhinged goalie, the same Elliot I know so well, but now shining in a different arena. The excitement for the new hockey season is strong, even rippling through the screen. He greets the viewers with his charismatic presence.

“Good evening, hockey fans, and welcome to another thrilling season of ACN Hockey Night! I’m Elliot St. Germain, and tonight, we’re kicking off the season with a blockbustermatchup between the reigning champs and the challengers who’ve been gearing up all summer for this moment. Expectations are high, and the energy here is electric!” His voice carries the same passion and intensity he once reserved for the ice, now captivating audiences across the country. Watching him turns me on while making me immensely proud of how seamlessly he has transitioned into this new role.

I watch Elliot on the monitor, his presence dominating the studio. The broadcast cuts to footage of the teams warming up on the ice, and Elliot’s voice fills the room.

“Both teams have made pivotal changes in the offseason,” he explains, his real-life experience shining through as he describes what to expect from both teams this season. “My former team, the Arizona Red Wolves and reigning Stanley Cup winners, have bolstered their defense with two key players known for their speed and agility, a clear counter to the fast-paced offensive strategy that’s become popular.” The camera then returns to him, and he engages with the touchscreen board, pointing out key players.

“Keep an eye on number 12, Ford Jensen, tonight—last season’s MVP,” he continues, his excitement evident. “It’s not just about the stars; hockey is a team sport, and it’s the depth of the lineup that often decides these early-season contests.” His analysis is spot-on, delivered with the charisma that only Elliot can bring.

Elliot looks great on camera, this side of him seems to be exactly where he belongs. The camera zooms in, perfectly capturing his passion about the game. He speaks with a seasoned grace.

“And let’s not forget the goalies. It’s a high-pressure job, and as a former goalie myself, I can tell you—tonight’s game could very well hinge on a single save. These guys will be the last line of defense, and their performance tonight will be crucial.” His insight reflects his deep understanding and respect for the position.

He concludes with a confident nod, wrapping up his segment, “So, whether you’re a fan of breathtaking goals or spectacular saves, tonight’s game has something for everyone. Stick with us for all the action, insights, and maybe a few surprises along the way. Let’s get ready for a fantastic season opener. It’s game time!”

Watching him there, so in his element, I am reminded of the many facets of Elliot that have drawn me to him. This is a man who lived and breathed hockey, yet here he is, shining just as brightly off the ice. His confidence and passion for the game radiates through the screen. It is incredibly sexy seeing him command the attention of viewers with the same intensity he commanded on the ice. It isn’t just pride that fills me; it’s desire, too.

Unable to resist the urge, I pull out my phone and send him a quick, daring text.

Ziggy:Meet me in

your dressing room

during the break.

I can tell the moment he sees it; I watch the flash of excitement cross his face before he masks it with his professionaldemeanor. I turn to make my way to his dressing room to wait for him.

As soon as he slips through the door, I waste no time. I press him against the wall, our lips crashing together in a hungry kiss. Our hands pull at our clothes with a desperate urgency. My panties are already soaked, my body ready for him, when he pushes my skirt up to my waist and pulls my thong down my legs. His finger dips into my arousal as he kisses up my neck. His hand play with my nipples through my clothes.

As he adds another finger to my aching pussy, I unzip his pants and pull his cock out. Already glistening with precum at the tip, I spread it down his length as I work my hand up and down. Within moments, his fingers have me breathless and begging for more as he expertly coaxes an orgasm out of me. He picks me up by the hips, pressing me against the door as he slams into me. The sudden feeling of fullness makes me scream. Elliot quickly presses his hand over my mouth.

“Shut the fuck up and bite into my hand as you come on my cock.” He whispers, his forehead to mine.

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