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“He played football,” I said, still confused.

“Oh, honey, this man was one of the highest paid wide receivers before he got injured,” he said like I should have known. “Luke Malone is a big guy and in theory he shouldn't have been one of the best wide receivers, but the man was fast.”

“Oh,” I said, still not knowing what a big deal this was.

“You're so clueless, I love it. I’m just saying that man has broken football records, was paid millions of dollars and you have him on his knees, simping for you,” he said a little too enthusiastically.

“Hunter he is such a good Sub, and his wife is bratty, dominant and submissive,” I said, looking at the photo again. “It's a combo I wasn’t expecting, but dammit it's so good.”

“I bet it is,” he said with a mischievous smile. “Can I watch, I love to see a big powerful man on his knees.”

“He looks so fucking good on his knees, Hunty,” I sighed.

“Damn, please bring them back tomorrow or fuck fly them to Philly and take them to the club there,” Hunter said with a cheeky grin.

“You’re the worst, but Camy loves to watch and I’m sure with some coaxing I could get her to fuck in the room along with Luke.” Just thinking about it made me excited. I loved when people watched me.

“Don’t tease me with a good time,” he grinned. “I love to see this side of you, dating looks good on you.”

“We are not…”

“Genny, she just asked you if you were coming home? Are you telling me you have not slept over before?” He raised his brow at me.

“Oh, shut up, no one asked your opinion.” I pushed his shoulder.

“Seriously, it’s nice to see you like this,” he said, looking wistful. “Being single this long is hard, and I know you’ve had really great Subs who have left. I know that's been hard for you.”

“We don’t talk about feelings, so stop,” I said, avoiding that hard truth. “I’m all feeling-ed out.”

“Oh, come on, it's fun teasing you.” He smirked and pinched my cheek.

“Stop it, Cunty Hunty!” I yelled making sure the people around us heard me.

“I hate when you call me that,” he growled.

“Hey, if the shoe fits, Cunty Hunty.” I pinched his cheek. “Plus, one day you are going to find someone, and I will get my sweet revenge.

“Never, Genny, at least not while I’m in the game.” he shrugged. “Hockey life is too busy.”

“Is that the real reason?” I pressed.

“It's the biggest reason,” he said, looking uncomfortable.

“I guess if you don’t find anyone, I’ll invite you to my throuple,” I joked.

“You promise?” he laughed.

“I have to take a vote first, so we will see if they want you,” I smirked. “Maybe Vincent will take pity on you and you can join his throuple.”

Vincent walked up to us, hearing his name.

“I already have two brats at home, I can’t make room for another one,” he chuckled.

“Aww, come on Daddy you can make room for me,” Hunter joked as they hugged.

“Not you too,” he grumbled.

“Embrace the daddy vibes Vincent,” I laughed. “I mean you definitely give the whole, ‘I will sit you on my lap to spank you’ vibe.”

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