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"It makes me want you all over again," she admits, shooting shards of lust into my spent dick. With what appears to be great effort, she turns to face me. My eyes rove over her nude body, taking in every curve and dip with hunger. Her lip’s part, and she whispers, "How can you get hard again after that?"

I smirk. "I'm a hockey player with great stamina." I raise my eyebrows, and she giggles and playfully pushes me away.

"You probably need some painkillers after that. I need a shower." She glances at my favorite body part, cocking a brow when her eyes lift to mine. "I'll give you a sponge bath."

I smirk and pull her in for a kiss. "I'll wash up while you're in the shower, because if you touch me again, we won't be going anywhere."

"Hmmm," she sighs, wrapping her arms around my waist and pressing close. “Do you know anyone who’s playing?”

My mind goes blank. "Playing?"

She snickers. "Hockey? Tonight?”

"Oh, that!" I squeeze her close, then step back, realizing that I need some painkillers if I'm going to make it through the next few hours. "My team’s in town, as it happens."

"I didn't know that." She frowns.

“I had other things on my mind.” I kiss her quickly and take her hand, leading her into the bathroom. I turn on the shower and wait for the water to warm up before indicating that she should step in. "It's worked out well in the end. You get to watch my team in action.”

Cupping my face, she says, "As long as I get to watch you in action, I’ll be happy." She reaches up and places a kiss on my cheek. Then she smacks my ass, winks, and gets into the shower.

My eyes follow her every move as she grabs the shower gel, squirts a generous amount into her hands, and lathers up.

I lean on the vanity and watch her tease me. Her hands glide over the beautiful body I just touched. She grips her breasts to make sure they're lathered up. Her eyes move over me as she tucks her bottom lip between her teeth. I tease her back as I grab my dick and rub it softly. Her eyes are fixated on my cock as I pump in time with her tugging on her breasts.

"You're damn sexy, Florence Night." I release my dick, unwilling to finish right now. The only place I want to finish is inside my girl. She feels warm, wet, and velvety. My dick jerks, and I shake my head and smirk. "Naughty, Florence."

She giggles. "Next time, you can soap me up."

"I'll do more than soap you up."

With her back to me, I can't resist spanking her gorgeous butt before I close the shower door. I'm inclined to join her, but the sutures in my side prevent me from doing so. Shaking my head, I turn on the faucet and wash from head to toe, refusing to look at Florence. She's too appealing.

The arena is filledwith noise, and that sound usually gets my adrenaline pumping while I'm in the tunnel with the team, waiting to step onto the ice. I hate that I can't be with them right now. However, sitting in the stands with an ecstatic Florence makes up for it. I don't think she's stopped smiling since we arrived. The soda and hot dog went down easily with us skipping dinner due to our sexy shenanigans.

The roar of the crowd alerts me to the team's arrival on the ice. My heart races with excitement. They don't know I'm here tonight because I decided at the last minute to come. I figured it would be entertaining to be here. Seeing Florence's excitement, I’m glad I arranged this. However, I feel out of place in the crowd and not on the ice. It feels like they're moving on without me. I rub my jaw nervously, trying to shake off the feeling. Florence notices my movement and frowns at my forced smile.

Instead of speaking, she wraps her arms around my waist and holds me close for a few moments. Reaching up, she whispers, "You'll be back out there with them before you know it," and places a kiss on my cheek, offering me a soft smile.

I keep an arm around her as the whistle sounds, signaling the start of the game. Dario gets the puck and passes it to Lake, who quickly skates down the ice. As he approaches the opposing team's defense, he skillfully maneuvers around them and takes a shot on goal.

The crowd erupts in cheers as the puck sails past the goalie and into the net, giving our team an early lead. I feel a surge of excitement watching Lake's impressive goal, knowing our team is off to a strong start. The energy in the arena is electric as we continue to push forward, determined to maintain our lead.

Florence really gets into the game, whistling and cheering with the crowd. I laugh at her enthusiasm, feeling the excitement of the moment. The team is playing well, and it's clear that we have a good chance of winning this game.

Nikoli shoves an opposing player into the boards, gaining possession of the puck. He passes it up the ice to our forwards. The crowd erupts in cheers as our team sets up for another scoring opportunity. However, Nikoli and an opposing player toss their helmets to the ice, messing up the play. Nikoli's gloves fly off, and then he's on top of the other guy. I wince as the fight breaks out on the ice and wonder what set Nikoli off. He loves antagonizing the opposing team at every opportunity. I just hope he doesn't get kicked out of the game. The referee looks angry and sends both players off the ice. At that point, Nikoli looks up into the stands and spots me. I nod in recognition, but Nikoli just glares at me before skating off. What the hell?

Something isn't right.

I turn to Florence, who is no longer beside me. I spin around, trying to spot her, but she's nowhere to be found. "What the fuck!" I mutter under my breath. Why did she disappear without saying anything? My first instinct is to chase after her, even though she could be anywhere in an arena this size. But what if she comes back and I'm gone? I take out my phone and dial her number as quickly as possible, hoping she'll pick up. The guy beside me bends down and picks up Florence's phone. I quickly grab it from him. "Did you see her leave?"

He points upwards. "She was with a guy wearing a Vikings ball cap." I curse under my breath, pushing my way out of the row while protecting my side. I can't move up the stairs as quickly as I'd like, which is frustrating. I'll be no good to her if I injure myself again. At the top of the stairs, I have a much better view, but I still don't see her. I mean, her hair is pure white and stands out like a beacon in the night.

I message Nikoli.

What the fuck?

He replies.

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