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“That was amazing,” she transmits with a breathtaking smile that seizes my heart mid-beat.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, Shorty.”

She quirks a brow. “Is that something to look forward to?”

“That’s a promise, baby.”

HOLLYN

Weston was fired the next day after I quit. The parents were so sad to hear of Reid and myself stepping down that they flooded the corporate office with complaints demanding a new coach. This made it easy for Reid to offer some of his professional NHL friends to slide in right away and help coach while he was headed back to play. I continued to go over to help as well. And I promised Reid I would only hand out juice boxes and snacks at the end of the practice and games.

Reid got tickets for all The Wildcats and their parents to come to watch their Coach help get a playoff bid for the New Brunswick Wolverines.

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Three weeks later…

“Oh my God…is that guy okay?”

I can’t help the smile that takes over my face because Reid just put someone onto their ass after he hit them so hard, they collapsed onto the ice.

I’ve never been this way.

Lord, help me, but when Reid is on the ice and acting like a monster, I’m literally in love with him. I can’t take my eyes off how focused he is, the way he weaves around and through people when they try to swing the puck in his net. When he throws on his jersey, it’s game time, and my man is ready to win.

And I get the cool down.

The way he’s savagely ready to rip my clothes off like he was dying to the whole game. He tells me that he can’t wait to see me. That he was thinking about how he was going to have his way with me during the game and I’m full-blown obsessed with this man.

Everything about Reid has been perfect. I thought it was going to be harder than it was, but he’s been super attentive and reaches out to me first when I’m back in Boston. If I haven’t initiated the conversation, he makes sure to show me later how much he doesn’t appreciate me ignoring him.

I think we’re both in the honeymoon phase of our relationship. I’m sure it will wear off, but I don’t think it’ll ever be a dull moment with him.

Ever.

I’m fully committed to anything he needs. I’m able to travel from state to state with him because my work is remote.

Honestly, I thought he’d stop asking me to come with him after the first week, but the one time I told him I had a meeting I couldn’t miss; he fucked me until I fell asleep. I ended up missing the meeting anyway.

The man is insatiable.

Mad.

Completely out of his mind.

And I’m so involved and here for it that I’m starting to think I should check myself into a psych ward.

“You did it on purpose, didn’t you? You wanted to drive me fucking wild on the ice, didn’t you Shorty?”

Yes.

And yes.

Reid’s mouth is torturing the sensitive column of my neck. His lips and tongue brush and lick in perfect unison to drive me equally as crazy. He won tonight’s game, but I was the first thing he sought out afterward. Meeting in the locker room, I was promptly yanked into his arms while his team hooted and hollered while he owned me with a kiss.

He ignored it.

I couldn’t help but blush furiously in response because, even though this is still new, being the center of attention isn’t something I’m used to. Media stories are starting to circulate about my being at almost every game. Coverage is beginning to put two and two together while the guys on Reid’s team refuse to give anything away to any sports journalist.

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