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“I like it too ...all slick like this.”The lube adds sensation, my hands sliding easily, gripping him firmly.I slip a hand down to push the toy deeper again and in seconds he shouts as he comes, spurting over my hand and his stomach.I’m fascinated and turned on beyond belief, watching this erotic show.

He lays there, gasping, panting, one forearm over his eyes, his beautiful mouth open.I lean over and press a kiss to his chest, and he lifts his other hand to curve it around my head, holding my hair.“Jesus, baby, that was ...holy hell.”

“Did it feel good?”I kiss him again.

“Fuck yeah,” he mumbles.“That was intense.”

“You seem a lot more relaxed.”I smile against his skin.

His lips curve up too.“Oh yeah.”

“My work here is done.”

He chuckles.“Best massage I ever had.”He lets his arm fall to the bed and meets my eyes.“With a happy ending, even.”

“Yep.”I bend over and kiss his mouth, slow and lingering.I want to tell him I love him.I suck my bottom lip between my teeth and sit back on my heels.He’s looking at me so warmly, so affectionately.My chest tightens and I can’t speak.

Which is probably just as well.

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THÉO

Fuck,I miss her.

This combine is what I love—hockey.All hockey, all the time.Watching players get tested, talking to players, scouts, other GMs.Also the media, constantly sniffing around for hints of any juicy news.

But I miss Lacey.

I call her every night before I go to bed.Text her every morning when I get up.Think about her all the fucking time.

I need to focus on business.This is important.I’ve been approached by a couple of GMs to feel me out about trades.I need to be smart and strategic, not lovesick and pining.

Since that night last weekend when I came home wound so tight, my neck, my shoulders, and my jaw all killing me, my head pounding, and she’d taken care of me ...I’m bursting with weird feelings.I need her.I want her.I don’t want to be apart from her, which this goddamn trip is forcing me to do.She gave up a night at a club that she’d been looking forward to, to make me feel better, and she’s sneaking in behind the barriers I erected to keep my heart safe from betrayal.

Not only that, she destroyed me with the hottest hand job in the history of hand jobs, with that anal play I never thought I’d enjoy, and lube that had the top of my head nearly blowing off from the incredible sensation.That was a pretty intimate scene, something I’ve never done with anyone else.

Focus.

I’ve got my questions for this eighteen-year-old giant sitting in front of me, one of our highest picks, the questions developed by a sports psychologist.“Here’s a picture of a train with two engines.Which way is it going?”

The kid’s eyes flicker.

“Don’t answer that,” I say.“That’s a fucking stupid question.”

He laughs nervously.

I switch gears.“Last year you had a lot of personal success, but your team’s finish was disappointing.How do you deal with that?”

I listen to his response, nodding.Okay, he did well.

The next guy I talk to isn’t as big.He’s likely still got growing to do, but I ask him, “How do you deal with going up against bigger players in the corners?”

The next guy we interview tells us his strength is his ability to play an all-around game.We pretty much agree with that.“I take pride in playing a strong defensive game, and I like to use my shot and my speed to my advantage.”

Good, good.

Like I told Lacey, we’ve pretty much already decided before this who we want, but it’s good to have a chance to talk to these kids and see how they perform on the testing.

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