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“Yes,” she whispers. “I’m protected and so are you.”

My balls ache and my cock throbs as I thrust into her tight channel and give her everything she’s asked for.

“You’re the boss.”

26

Karis

Ballas is dangerous.

He’s a menace to my senses, a threat to my logic, and a certain danger to my heart.

There’s a very different reason why he’s called The Beast. This man will devour me like a predator does its prey.

From day one, he’s unearthed a woman in me I never knew existed, a daring part of me that is insatiable and wants more, more,more.

Ballas fucked me several more times last night and once again this morning against the cold, hard shower tiles. He coaxed my body into one mind-blowing orgasm after another, leaving me boneless and limp until I could barely walk straight.

Afterward, he’s gone back to sleep and I finish getting ready to head into the office, the soreness between my legs a reminder of just how thoroughly it was used.

As I often do in the morning, I watch all the latest sporting news and listen to the reports as I put on my makeup and do my hair, interested in the latest commentary about the teams and players in both the leagues.

One in particular has me dropping my makeup wand on the floor, my body stiffening when I hear the name.

“We all know that Toronto player, Sergei Russo, who has been suspended due to an illegal hit against Vikings defensemen, Ballas Keeney, is now facing charges for alleged assault against an unnamed woman.”

My jaw drops. What in the ever-loving…?

The TV broadcaster continues. “Apparently, it was after the news of his suspension yesterday that Russo allegedly went on a bender and became violent with a woman he was with that night.”

“I’ve seen how Russo plays,” breaks in the other broadcaster. “It’s a shame they don’t know where the violence needs to end when they step off the ice and into the real world. Isn’t that also the case with Pilots’ center, Hammond Greis?”

“It’s true that both men have been charged with alleged battery, but we don’t know the full facts yet with Russo. We’ll have to wait to see how the cases against them turn out. In the meantime, Russo has a lot more to contend with than his long-standing rivalry with Keeney.”

“Speaking of Ballas Keeney, we heard from sources close to the team today that while on the injured reserve for an upper-body injury, Keeney may be put on waivers from the Vikings, which could even mean he’s off the ice permanently…”

“That’s right, John. Vikings’ GM Nate McGowan has said they’ve recalled AHL D-man, Chris Stolley, and the source insists he may be taking Ballas’s spot for good.”

My blood turns to ice.Nate.That motherfucking cocksucker.

I twist my neck to stare in flat-out horror at the television, blindly reaching for my phone to dial up my GM. It goes to voicemail. I’m sure he knows exactly what I’m calling about and is just trying to avoid me. Well, his cowardly tactics won’t last too long because I’m about to lay into him.

I leave a message once I hear the beep, the tone of my voice cold, which is exactly how I feel toward him right now.

It’s as if he wants to give me more reason to fire his ass.

“Nate, it’s Karis. I will be in the office by…” I trail off, checking the time. “Nine a.m. You will be there waiting for me to discuss final decisions about our roster.”

I hang up without saying goodbye and finish getting ready. My body is a live wire, amped and lit up with so much anger I could spit nails. That is until I peek in the guest room and find Ballas sleeping soundly, arms laced behind his head, snoring lightly.

The tension in my body eases as tingles of sexual energy take the place of my irritation. I wish I could just remain home to watch him sleep, his dark eyelashes fanning out as if trying to reach his cheekbones.

Ballas exudes sex appeal even in his sleep. How is that even possible? Perhaps it’s his physical prowess along with his strength or the way he takes control to ensure I’m completely satisfied before he takes his own pleasure.

After our sexcapades last night, I’m not sure how I’ll hide my longing toward Ballas when we’re together. It’ll be written all over my face the minute someone mentions his name. Even now, my body comes alive the moment I’m confronted with his presence—the invisible pheromones splicing through the air to mingle and dance with mine, turning me into a hot mess of hormones.

I inhale deeply and close my eyes, reminding myself this isn’t permanent. When I return home tonight, Ballas will be gone and it will feel like none of this ever happened. It can’t happen again. Can it?

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