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“Lance!” she quietly squealed.
He took her down the hall, to his bedroom.
Lance tossed his fiancée onto their king-sized bed and the athlete pounced on top of her. His mouth met hers, and they kissed while his hand blindly tugged at her waist-button. A second later, the hockey star was peeling her tight jeans from her legs.
His hand went to her mound. Sneaking his thick fingers under her panties, he stroked her folds and spread her apart.
“You're so wet,” he growled hungrily. “I want you so bad.”
Paige's soft, musical moans warmed his neck. Lance smiled, thinking himself lucky to hear that lovely sound for the rest of his life.
“Then take me,” she whispered. “I'm yours, Lance Couture.”
Chapter 39
Paige
Five Business Days Later
The late morning sun flooded through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the condo in a warm and lovely yellow light. Paige was curled up on the sofa, with a steaming mug of tea in one hand and her phone in the other. She was chatting with her parents, telling them about her latest adventures in Boston.
She and Irie had already 'survived' Daddy's first road trip. It was a short one, thankfully, only lasting three days. The Brawlers traveled to the tri-state area for back-to-back games. Ella came by during the evenings for dinner, which made things so much easier.
Her new life with Lance was nice. Really, really nice.
“Is that Irie in the background I hear?”Mom asked.
It was. Irie had swung her hockey stick at the foam ball. It zipped across the condo and smacked the window with a loudgong.Irie looked at the ball, expectant and confused.
“I think Irie misses Rascal,” Paige told her parents. “She's lost a little enthusiasm for hockey now that she has to fetch the ball herself every time.”
“Tell Lance it's time for a dog!”her Mom replied.
Paige snickered. “Yeah, maybe it is.”
Just then, the door swung open. Lance was home from morning practice. Paige jumped off the couch to greet him.
“Anyway, Lance is home so I'm going to let you go! Can't wait until you visit us! Bye!”
She hung up and rushed over to Lance, jumping into his arms and giving him a deep kiss. “Hi, mister.”
“Hey, babe. Who were you talking to?”
“My Mom and Dad.”
Irie ran over. “Da-da! Da-da!”
“Hi, little munchkin!” He picked her up and planted a big old juicy kiss on her cheeks.
“How are your Mom and Dad?” he asked Paige.
“They're good. They want you to know that it's time for a dog.”
He laughed. “Oh, is it?”
“That's what they say. That way, Irie will start playing hockey again.”
“Hey, I like the way they think.”
