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Sophie: Same!

Me: Thanks <3

Maya: Can’t wait for dinner tonight!

Sophie: Me too!

I take a quick shower, do my skincare and makeup in record time, throw on some clothes, and shove all of my stuff into my suitcase and carry-on.

As I’m walking out of the hotel room, I stop when I see a to-go coffee and a note. I bend down and pick them up.

I see the to-go coffee order scrawled on the cup.

Americano, splash of oat milk.

I read the note.

Hope this helps you feel less like a zombie :)

-Del

I’m grinning like a goober. He remembered what I said when we first met almost a month ago during that meeting in my office, when I joked about how addicted I am to coffee. I can’t believe he remembered my coffee order. And that random comment I made.

My heart flutters at the same time that my stomach flips.

Del is as sweet as he is dirty, and it’s my favorite combination.

Chapter 28

Del

Coach Porter blows the whistle, signaling the end of practice.

I’m gasping as I skate over to where he’s standing. Practice was hell today, but I expected it. He wasn’t going to go easy on us after our loss to Las Vegas. After running us through some serious sprinting drills, we scrimmaged, working through a few of the plays we messed up when we played the Bandits.

Sweat pours all over my face. I yank off my helmet and shake my head. Sweat goes flying everywhere. Blomdahl, who’s standing next to me, glares.

“Sorry.”

“You’re in a good mood,” he mutters.

That’s when I realize I’m smiling. I bet I look like a freak, grinning after a practice that nearly killed us.

But I can’t help it. I’m running on the high of spending last night and this morning with Ingrid.

I replay every filthy thing we got up to in her hotel room. We didn’t even have sex, but it was the hottest night of my life.

I think about the way she spread her mile-long legs wide on the bed and touched herself while I watched. The sexy as fuck sounds she made. The way her entire body flushed the moreturned on she got. How wet she was when I used my fingers on her, how tight her pussy felt, how sweet she tasted. The way she worked my dick in that sweet little mouth, the way she swallowed every last drop of my release when I came down her throat.

Waking up with her cuddled into my chest this morning was bliss. It felt so comfortable and natural.

We kept things professional on the flight back to Denver. She flashed me a sexy smile as she walked up to my row on the plane and sat next to me, but we didn’t do anything affectionate on the flight back to Denver. I wanted to. I was aching to touch her and kiss her, but we were surrounded by the entire team so we knew we needed to keep things professional.

Now that we’re back in Denver, I can’t wait to see her again.

And not just because I want to fuck her brains out. Of course I want to do that.

But honestly, I’d be happy just to spend time with her. I don’t even care what we do. I just like being around her.

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