Page 4 of Pucking Obsessed

“That’s what Shakespeare’s wife used to say.”

“In glitter pen.”

“She used to say that too.”

When I rub my foot back and forth over D’Angelo’s crotch, he sucks in a sharp breath.

His cock tents his pants, but he attempts to hold still and look unaffected. The way that he clamps his hand down on my foot to stop my tormenting movements, however, tells me that he isn’t.

“Doesn’t being the first NHL player hockey romance author have a good ring to it?” D’Angelo’s voice is low and rumbling. He taps the Guide three times. “You told me that I was meant to turn around my press image. From drunken puck boy to bestselling literary genius.”

I snort before I can stop myself. “Literary genius, really? What are you calling it?How to Puck aBillionaire Grump?”

Sometimes, it’s fun to poke the bear.

Well, I’d read that.

D’Angelo growls. His eyes darken.

Instantly, he shoves my feet off his lap and pounces on me.

The Guide tumbles to the floor.

I eep, knocking the chocolates flying off the arm of the couch, along with my glass of wine.

Alcohol splashes across my naked skin.

Shocked, my eyes widen at the sensation and the burst of fruity, plum aroma.

The glass clinks as it hits the floor, rolling beneath the table.

D’Angelo cages me. His hard chest is pressed to my naked one.

Then he casually licks the spilled wine from my throat, up my jaw, and over my cheek.

“Fuck.” My eyelashes flutter.

I’m breathing fast and am already wet.

D’Angelo traps me beneath him effortlessly.

Our gazes are locked. Our foreheads touch. His curls are silky against my skin.

“Cara mia,” D’Angelo says, coldly, “you like playing with fire.”

“Love it.”

“Then let’s make you burn.” D’Angelo passionately presses his lips to mine.

He tastes of sweet plum.

I suck on his delicious, full lower lip.

D’Angelo’s gaze is scorching. He deepens the kiss, dominating it. His fresh, masculine scent wraps around me.

I loop my arms around D’Angelo’s neck, and he finally draws back after one final, lingering kiss.

“I knew that Naked Weekends were an excellent idea, principessa.” He pushes a strand of damp hair behind my ear. “Shay and you should be fully accessible to me at all times. Of course, only in private. I’m possessive.”

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