Page 67 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“Is it okay for people to know we’re a thing? It’s not a conflict of interest, right?”

“Not when I’ve signed all those papers and shit.”

Huh?

“What papers?”

“Coach Johnson brought up to Mr. Champion that we’re dating.”

I’m frozen for at least ten seconds before I spin around to gawk at my beast of a hockey player.

“He told Mr. Champion we’re dating?” I can barely whisper, let alone speak those words out in the open like this.

“Yup.” Maddox is as calm as ever. “Said we’ve been a thing for years and only recently made it official when I came back. Neither of us knew we would end up on the same team together so.”

“They’re going to move me again,” I whisper, and how my shoulders sink at the realization. It makes me feel dreadful that I’m going to disappoint the Vipers because of my relationship with their captain.

“Nope.”

Maddox is standing in front of me and lifting my chin once again.

“Mr. Champion said it’s not a conflict of interest because you’re the team nurse and not the team doctor. Since Dr. Bridgett will have final say with protocol revolving around medicine, injury, recovery care plans, and finalizing potential referrals with PT and other medical shit, your role is to ensure we’re cared for when wounded and all that other cool nursing shit you guys do when we fuck up on the ice.”

“You guys don’t always fuck up,” I mutter to correct him. “Sometimes, the other team just wants to injure you guys.”

“That’s true,” he agrees. “Needless to say, Coach Cyrus and Coach Johnson said they don’t want you switched again over something as simple as us being in a relationship prior to your internship and me being chosen to captain the Vipers. Therefore, I had to sign a form that we’ll be professional and are willing to be public about our relationship with Dakota’s help, so fans are aware we’re a thing,” he declares. “Won’t be right away. Probably when we gain more popularity, but yeah. The form is signed. Amelia will nudge you tomorrow or later in the week to sign it.”

“So… we can date without it being some big secret.” I need the confirmation so my heart will calm the fuck down.

“Mhmmm.” There’s my happy-go-lucky, smiling Maddox. “No secret relationships, though I wouldn’t mind us faking it to make some juicy story for the tabloids. They love the fake relationship shit.”

“You’re going to make us into a Young and The Restless drama,” I whine and push him away.

“C’mon. Admit it would be fun,” he teases, hugging me from behind when I spin around to leave. He brings me into his muscled frame, his lips suddenly on the nape of my neck, which has me moaning while shivers rush through me.

“Make all those guys jealous that I’m dating the hottest nurse this town has ever seen on the ice.”

Why this man is using his velvety god voice is beyond me, but my thighs are pressing together for my own sanity.

“Maddox,” I warn, but he knows what I want.

He’d give it to me if I gave him a single word of approval.

“I’m gonna make sure your bed in the dorm is a queen,” he mumbles into my ear and tugs my earlobe with his teeth.

I arch into him, my ass pressing against his groin. If it’s not for the groin protector, I’d assume he was hard as fuck.

I’d love to fuck him right here.

Just press me against the door, take off these scrub pants, and fuck me while I sport his jersey.

“Sweet Kayla,” he’s humming in my ear. “Stop fantasizing about what I’d do to you if I could, and answer me.”

“Wh-What did you say?”

“Queen-size bed.”

“For?”

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