Page 47 of Enticing

“Sinclairs—” Coach Kane yells. “Sorry to interrupt this little powwow you’ve got going on, but if you’re done gossiping like a bunch of teenage girls, we’ve got a game to play. I’d love you to join us, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Sorry, Coach,” Nix and I both answer and skate away.

Game on.

“Sinclair.” Coach stops me before I can get the hell out of the locker room after the game.

I’d usually follow a win over the Dallas Devils with a night out with some of the guys, but tonight, there’s only one person I want to talk to, and I’m not going to find her partying at West End. “Yeah, Coach?”

Unsurprisingly, Nix, Cross, Ares, and even Easton all crowd together to see what’s up. Coach Kane isn’t just our friend, he’s Everly and Grace’s best friend’s husband, and we’re all close. But inside this building, he’s in charge. When he says stop, you stop.

Coach smacks my back with the blue clipboard that’s permanently attached to his hand. “You played like a fucking beast out there, Sinclair. You keep it up, and you’re going to be setting a record this season.”

“That’s the plan,” I agree and flip the guys off behind Coach’s back as he walks away. “Later, shitheads.”

“Running off to your new woman, Leo?” Cross asks as I pocket my phone and keys from my locker.

“Who said she’s new?” I answer and shoulder my bag. “See you assholes tomorrow.”

Should I feel bad about lying to the guys?

Maybe I should.

But do I?

Fuck no.

Less than twenty minutes later, I pull into Addie’s driveway and park behind Mrs. Murkey’s ancient Caddie. Pretty sure that thing is older than me. First thing I’m doing is getting this woman a damn car.A safe one.A fucking big one I don’t have to worry about her driving. I smile, thinking about how feisty she’s going to be when I do it. She’s fucking cute when she’s pissy.

With more energy than I typically have after a game, I’m a man on a mission when I knock on her door and wait. Footsteps shuffle to the door before I catch her peeking through the glass and mumbling. And holy fucking hell... Addie opens the door tonight, instead of Coraline, and I think I just swallowed my damn tongue.

It’s freezing fucking cold outside, but she’s so damn hot, she could melt ice.

Short pink plaid boxers sit so high on her shapely thighs, the curve of her ass is peeking out. An ass I’m dying to hold in my hands. And a white, ribbed tank top clings to her chest. Fuck me, I think I’m going to hell. Because I was supposed to be coming here to calm her nerves, but all I can think about is how much I want this woman.

“Leo...?” Confusion tugs at her brow when I don’t answer. “It’s freezing out. Come inside. It feels like the rainforest in here. I thought when the heater died, it would stop working, but apparently, it’s stuck on a temperature somewhere around tropical rainforest hot.”

“I’m good.” I shake myself out of the sex dream I think I’m having while I’m wide-awake. “Did you like the game?”

Smooth, Sinclair. Real smooth.

“Uhh... I guess so. Your family seems nice. And Izzy had a great time. Grace and I are going to get the girls together over Christmas break next week.” She crosses her arms, then looks at her cleavage and uncrosses them. “Unless you don’t want me to.I mean, if you changed your mind, I’d completely understand. You probably should... change your mind, I mean. This is all a little crazy. More than a little. A lot. A whole lot. Like insanely crazy. And seriously... what are you even getting out of it?”

Before she says another word, I gather her soft face in my hands and enjoy the sweetohthat forms on her lips. “What are you doing, Leo?”

I drag my thumb along her bottom lip and fucking love the way she closes her eyes. “Waiting for permission.”

“Permission for what?” she whispers, her warm breath turning to smoke in the cold air.

“To kiss my wife, Adelaide.”

She catches the pad of my thumb with the tip of her tongue, and my cock presses so fucking hard against the zipper of my jeans, I’m going to have a damn imprint when I get home later. “I’m not your wife yet, Leo. I don’t even know why you’d want me to be. There’s nothing in this for you.”

Her words aren’t harsh. They’re sad, and damn, if I don’t decide right here and now, I never want to see her sad again.

“Tell me yes, Addie,” I groan, holding on by a fucking thread. “Tell me yes, and I’ll tell you why.”

She runs the backs of her fingers over the scruff on my face, then wraps her hands around the collar of my wool peacoat and takes a tentative step closer.

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