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She’s filled out perfectly.

She has an incredible ass, and though I haven’t had the pleasure of touching it, I know it’s firm and muscular. You can see it when she walks around in leggings. Not to mention shapely thighs, a tiny little waist, and curvy hips. She’s more muscular, teenage baby fat replaced with the hard work of someone who takes her job as a trainer seriously.

And I fucking love looking at her.

My cock gets even harder, and I rub a little faster, squeezing and pumping as I envision her beneath me, pussy warm and wet, swallowing my dick. She had a great rack as a teen, and I imagine it now, pressed against my chest as I fuck her.

Hair fanned out behind her, eyes closed, mouth partly open as she screams my name.

Fuck.

I feel my spine tingle, release imminent, and I think back to the first time we made love. Neither of us were scared, even though we were both virgins who didn’t really know what we were doing. But we were in love and had talked about it to the point that we were comfortable.

She was so beautiful.

Strong and sweet and completely trusting, letting me do it with no hesitation, no fear, nothing but love and confidence that I would make her feel good. Or at least that I wouldn’t hurt her beyond the normal first-time discomfort.

Fuck.

That night had been so, so good.

She hadn’t had an orgasm during intercourse, but I’d gotten her off with my fingers before we did the deed, and it was a blur of romance and exploration and physical need.

I spurt into my hand, my orgasm hitting hard as I remember a time when things were so damn simple.

When all that mattered was love.

Things are so much more complicated now.

And I don’t think there’s a way to simplify any of it while keeping my eye on the ball and my dick far away from Rowan.

NINE

Rowan

I getto the arena early the day of game three. I need to work on Canyon’s shoulder, Gabe’s knee, and check Blake’s stitches. I also need to get in a workout of my own because I’ve been burning the candle at both ends for the team.

I arrive in workout clothes, since I plan to hit the gym first thing. Then I can shower and get ready for my day before any of the guys arrive. There’s no morning skate—Coach wants them fresh for the game—which works in my favor.

I’ve just started to run on the treadmill when I see a text from Harper pop up on my phone.

HARPER: What time are you getting to the arena today? Can we meet?

My heart sinks.

Uh oh.

The only other time she’s ever called me into her office was my first day on the job when she welcomed me aboard.

ROWAN: I’m already here, working out. Do you need to see me now?

HARPER: LOL I’m still at home. How about eight thirty? Will you be done by then?

If she doesn’t mind letting me finish working out, I must not be in too much trouble.

ROWAN: Absolutely.

HARPER: See you then. I’ll bring breakfast.

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