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I run my thumb over her bottom lip, taking all of her in. “I want you. But I know there’s a lot on the line?—”
The tip of her tongue darts out, brushing the rough skin of my thumb.
Fuck me.
She gazes up at me, her pupils dark and wide, hair tousled and messy. No longer the composed PR professional, she’s the picture of sultry innocence.
“I know. I want you too.” Her voice is low and quiet as her palm flutters to my chest, resting over my stuttering heart. “I haven’t stopped thinking about what happened in the locker room. About you.”
We’re really doing this. Crossing every line we set to keep things professional.
Risking everything we’ve both worked for.
“So what do we do about it?”
She hops up, plucking her heels off her feet. Hurrying over to the door, she shuts and locks it before spinning back around to face me, determination blazing in her eyes.
Game on.
We’re past the point of no return now. And I don’t want to go back anyway.
She smiles at me. “What happens in the film room, stays in the film room.”
CHAPTER 18
HARBOR
Ican’t believe I’m doing this.
Discipline over desire, Harbor. That’s what it takes to win.
Maybe it’s time I stopped playing by my father’s rules.
Because I’m not walking away now.
Not with Weston freaking Steele, captain of the Coastal Crushers, staring at me like this. Like I’m the most gorgeous woman on the planet.
Even if this is a one-off thing.
Even if it proves my dad right about me.
Maybe I don’t have the right mindset for a career in professional hockey.
But right now, all I care about is following my heart. For once in my life, I’m doing what I want.
Not what’s expected of me, what I should do.
I’m choosing me over the Hayes’s legacy.
Because I need to know. Know what his hands feel like on my bare skin, how his rock-hard body feels pressed against mine.
How he feels inside me.
I need him.
This is probably a terrible decision, and an even worse career move.
But still, I twist the lock, unbuttoning my blouse as I make my way back across the room.
