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He sucked in a sharp breath then let out a sharp bark of laughter.“I fucking love you, Bliss.”

He’d said it earlier in the car but here, now, I melted.Completely.Totally.

“I love you, too.”

He kissed me hard enough to press my head back against the door.

Then he let me slide down until my feet hit the floor.

And handed me the condom.

Smiling, I looked down to see his cock pressing out of his open zipper.Hard, dark and oh so enticing.

“Put the condom on, sweetheart.And then I’m going to fuck you against the door because I don’t think I can make it to the damn couch.”

I took the condom from his hand, hands shaking with need, and rolled it down his hard shaft.

Then I wrapped my arms around his shoulders again and would have climbed him like a pole if he hadn’t put his hands on my hips and lifted me.

The next time we did this, I wanted us to both be naked and standing in front of a mirror so I could see his arms.

Then he lifted me like I weighed nothing and the only thought my brain was able to process wasNow.Right freaking now.

As if he’d read my thoughts, he settled me on the tip of his cock and let me slid down the shaft at an excruciatingly slow pace.

In this position, he felt huge and my arms tightened around his neck until I figured he might not be able to breathe.But I didn’t let go.

And his hands tightened on my hips as his chest rose and fell with each gasping inhale.

When he was seated deep inside me, he held there until I couldn’t take the anticipation any longer.

Turning my face into his neck, I bit him.And as he shuddered against me, his hips pulled back.

And he gave me exactly what I wanted.

All of him.

Epilogue

Shane

The crowd had begunthe countdown at twenty seconds.

I heard them but kept my eye on the puck.The play was at the other end of the ice.The Redtails were winning one-nothing but the Arizona Rattlers weren’t giving up.

We were battling in the corner for the puck, trying to make one last play to push the series to six games.

The Reds were doing everything they could to make sure this series ended here at home with the Calder Cup in their hands.

Ten.Nine.Eight.

The Rattlers’ left winger dug the puck out and made a break for center ice.

I set, catcher up, stick down.The massive roar of the crowd barely registered.

Five.Four.Three…

From the blue line, the winger took his shot.

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