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“I guess not.”

He lets out a light puff of air. “Stubborn.”

On the other side of the rink, the players glance over at us, smiling.

CHAPTER 67

ALEXEI

On the drive home,Georgia’s quiet, staring out the window with a pinch between her eyebrows.

Something’s wrong. I thought tonight went well. Everyone had fun, and we spent an hour with the parents and kids after, signing stuff and taking photos.

Going to practice with her every week is something I look forward to. I’m already annoyed that I have a game next week and can’t join. I love seeing this side of her, warm and funny and encouraging, with all her walls down. Like no one ever hurt her.

I don’t know what went wrong. I pull into the garage and cut the engine. “Was tonight okay?”

“Uh-huh.” She gets out of the car.

“And you didn’t mind that I brought the guys?”

“Of course not.”

Tension twists in my gut as we head inside. There’s something she’s not telling me. Something I can’t see is brewing under the surface with the doctor.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

In the foyer, she glances over, raising an eyebrow at me. Something sparks in her gaze. “Everything is fine, Alexei.”

It’s not, though. I rub the back of my neck. I can’t force her to talk to me if she doesn’t want?—

The doctor strides over to me and, holding my gaze with a small smile, pushes me against the front door. I frown, but she rises onto her toes, mouth covering mine in a hungry, desperate kiss.

“What—”

“Be quiet,” she murmurs in between kisses.

Her tongue slicks against mine, hot and greedy. Arousal races through me before I can string thoughts together.

“You’re not mad?” I rasp before she tugs my bottom lip with her teeth.

She loops her arms around my neck, and her lips move to my throat. A shudder moves through me. “No, baby, I’m not mad.”

Baby. Jesus. I’m half hard.

She gives me her mouth again, so soft and pliable and generous that I’m losing my mind in her. I thread my fingers into her hair, extra soft tonight, and when I grip it to tilt her head back more, she lets out this breathy, needy noise that sends blood rushing to my groin.

This is all I’ve thought about for the past couple days, this and the way she sounds when she comes, when she finally moans for me.

Fucking hell, I love when the doctor lets go for me. When she trusts me.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I groan against her soft lips as my hand settles on her lush ass. “Georgia, the things I want to do to you.”

I feel her smile. “Wait your turn.”

I groan again, but I’m smiling, too. Nothing winds me up like this back and forth between us.

While we kiss, her hands go to my belt, working it undone. My jaw drops as she looks up, holds my eyes with her mouth tilted in a sexy, teasing smile, before she slips her hand into my boxers and grips my cock.

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