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A game I’m not sure I’ll be playing in. I usually get a decision from the Department of Player Safety within twenty-four hours. The delay has unease creeping up my spine, but it could just be because they’re reviewing my very long list of prior offenses.

Until I know for sure, though, I’m going to have some fun messing with Greer. I step closer to her until she’s within arm’s reach and that damn flowery scent of hers wraps around me and makes my cock twitch. I wave my arms and point at the rink. “It’s a good thing you left early…with all this strenuous work you’re doing.”

She scowls at me, and I can’t bite back the laugh. It’s a dick move to find such humor in this situation, but Greer’s attempted denial of the attraction between us is just that…laughable.

It’s like denying that the Earth revolves around the sun.

“Come on, Greer. Why are you pretending there’s nothing going on between us?”

Her eyes harden, and she leans in toward me. “Because nothing can happen between us, Bash. If it did, I would lose my job. My career.”

I take another step closer to her and wrap my hand around her waist. She stiffens in my arms but doesn’t pull away. I tug her toward me until her body is pressed against mine and the hockey stick is positioned directly between us. “Then, we don’t get caught.”

She shudders in my arms, and I grin. If she’s picturing the same thing I am, then I understand her reaction. I spent last night fantasizing about all the things I could do to her while I made myself come over and over again.

I reach up and run my thumb across her bottom lip. “If we let ourselves go, this could be something really spectacular.”

A huge release of breath flutters the hair off her forehead. “That’s just it, Bash. We can’t just let ourselves go. This job is too important to me to do that.”

It should be.

She’s worked her way into a position that most hockey players can only dream of. And she did it with a set of tits instead of a cock. Though Greer definitely has balls. She stands up to me, and not many people do that.

It makes her different, so fucking different from all the other women I’ve ever been with. And that makes her irresistible.

I lean in and feather my lips over hers gently. She sighs and sags against me.

“Then tell me you want me to stop, Greer.” Another brush of my lips. “Tell me to walk away.”

Seconds tick by with nothing but the warm press of her body and the cool air around us. Her soft-green eyes never leave mine. And she doesn’t utter a word.

I capture her mouth in a demanding kiss, one intended to show her that all her fears and reservations may very well be warranted, but they aren’t worth giving up this or ignoring the combustible attraction between us. We don’t need to throw this all away just because we’re scared of what others will think.

She moans into my mouth and returns the kiss. That same sweet flavor that’s all Greer floods my mouth as she slips her tongue along my lips. Her stick clatters to the ice, and she wraps her arms around my neck, her cool fingers tangling in the hair at my nape.

Exactly what I wanted. For her to just let go.

And fuck does it feel good.

A door slams somewhere down the tunnel, and she jerks away from me and shifts back on the ice, putting several feet between us. Her chest rises and falls rapidly. Even though the temperature down here should have her shivering, her pale skin is rosy pink. Her eyes never leave mine, as if she’s searching for something, but I’m not sure what.

An apology? A promise? Both?

Footsteps echo up toward the rink, and Bob appears at the entrance to the ice. He glances between us with a stern set to his mouth and points at me. “Don’t bother suiting up, Bash. Just got word from the league. You’re suspended for eight games.”

Well, shit.

11

GREER

My hands shake as I press the button in the elevator. Bash’s parting words before he left the ice this morning float through my head.

“Take a risk, Greer. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

What happened between Bash and me at the arena couldn’t have been more wrong and stupid, especially when we could have been caught at any moment.

Maybe that’s part of the appeal, though.

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