Page 133 of Wrong Pucking Player

“We’d still get to fight like cats and dogs,” I tease with a smirk, enjoying the way his hazelnut-black eyes dance with amusement at the comment.

“Mhmm.”

“But there are other benefits,” I continue as I bite my bottom lip to ensure this is real. That this really isn’t my imagination or some sort of dream. “Like touching places others can’t. Seeing things others dream of having the chance to witness. Boss me around and actually get me to follow your orders.”

He chuckles at that, making me smile.

“I get to boss Kenzie Andrews,” he breathes. “Sounds like the apocalypse would happen before I enjoyed the pleasure of doing that.”

“Why not have a free trial?” I present to him like I’m offering the golden grail. “Tell me what you want me to do,Oscar.”

He visually shivers at the way I say his name.

That seductive purr in my voice really is powerful.

Powerful enough to make this Adonis of a hockey player quiver in want.

This is what I vibe for.

The dominance he gives me as a female without even trying.

“Kenzie.” His eyes are half open. “You’d disobey me.”

“And if I didn’t until you get what you want?”

“That’s the problem,” he grunts. “I can’t get what I want.”

“And what is that, Oscar?” I have to know. “What does my goalie desire?”

He’s fighting so hard, but he’s sinking further into this pulsating need between us.

Until I’m the winner.

“You.”

This ship is about to sail. All it needs is a push.

“If you want me, Oscar, there’s nothing stopping you.”

That’s ultimately the truth.

Wyatt had plenty of chances to make us into a thing and left me with nothing but excuses.

What would it be like to be with someone fighting to have you?

I want to find out.

Explore the difference with a man who doesn’t make me question myself.

Question my worth.

We’re staring at each other before I notice Armani is walking. I don’t know where he’s going, but soon enough, he’s entering a room, the light going on while the sound of the door closing follows with a loud locking sound.

“Need to piss?” I tease, assuming he went to the washroom.

“If I don’t sort this hard-on, Kenzie, you’ll be the one to pay for it.”

It’s my turn to giggle, while the thought of him actually being hard for me is making my body tingle dangerously. The hornier I get, the harder it is not to continue to ignore the nagging need to please myself.

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