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“Yeah.” I roll on top of him in one fluid motion, fisting his loosened tie between my hands. “Now, are you going to feed me?” I tug again, so I can bring his lips to mine.
He kisses me back, his lips just as eager, rolling me onto my back with his hands supporting his weight beside me. He slips a palm under my head, angling the kiss deeper before drawing back. “Just so we’re clear…” His lips part from mine momentarily. “We’re talking about sex here, right?”
“Yes, Leo, we’re talking about sex.” I start ripping off his clothes. “Now stop talking and fuck me.”
* * *
At the game,I sit next to Evan’s family.
“You’re really pregnant?”
I have to laugh. In the middle of a hockey game with screaming, vulgar fans, Judy wants to talk about the baby. Or at least confirm there is one.
“I am,” I tell her, sipping on my water. Judy’s eyes light up. “I’m two months.”
“I thought Granny B was lying.” She hugs me. “That’s exciting. I can’t wait to throw you a baby shower and make blankets.”
Ami grins, hearing the last part of our conversation as she and Sam return from the concession stand. “I bet you are,” Sam notes. “Anything to knit.”
Judy slaps at his shoulder, taking the beer he hands her. “Oh, stop.”
I get a glimpse of Leo during face-off. I can’t concentrate on the game after this afternoon with Leo, and he seems to be on the same page. Any time he passes by me, he taps the glass with his stick or winks at me. Anything to let me know I’m on his mind.
Ami coughs beside me. “Aw, that’s cute.”
I’m not sure what brought this on, but I love it. Reminds me of when we first met and we flirted while he was on the ice, and I never hesitated to press my tits against the glass to get him going.
“What has gotten into you two?”
“Pregnancy is strange. And we’re dating. Officially,” I told Ami, shaking my head. Even I don’t understand it. I’ve always had a strong sex drive, you know, couple of times a week, but lately, I even look at Leo or smell him, I want to have sex, right then and there. And tonight is no different.
The game is close, and they end up in overtime followed by a shoot-out. It’s not uncommon for them to put Leo in when it’s a shoot-out goal they need.
In fact, he’s their number one pick.
Center ice, the puck goes through his skates, around his back, and then back in front of him. He backhands the puck across his body, goes one way, and then the other, throws his arms out, gets the goalie to bite, and then perfectly places the puck under the bar.
Goal! Ami and I cheer, but what’s even sexier than Leo winning the game in overtime, the way he comes right over to the side of the ice I’m on to celebrate the goal, as if he wants to share it with me. Smacking the glass with his gloved hand, he catches my attention as if he hadn’t already had it. Raising his eyebrows, he grins, bright-eyed with his flushed excitement. This is the man I’m going to share my life with.
I return the smile back at him, whistling and celebrating the goal with him when he licks the fucking glass. Yes, he licks the glass, suggestively I might add, sending the female population in the stands next to me in a complete uproar of hysterics over the star Blackhawk, their most eligible bachelor, licking the glass in front of them.
I smile at them and turn to Ami. “I hate to break it to them, but he’s no longer on the market.”
She laughs. “No, he’s certainly not.”
CHAPTER17
SAUCER PASS
CALLIE
A pass in which the puck is passed to another player so that it flies like a saucer. This makes the pass very difficult to intercept by opposing players, but it will still land flat on the ice, making it simple to control for the receiving player.
Leo has been fairlyconservative in his spending of that nearly eight-million-dollar contract he has. Probably because he never had money growing up, and there’s a fair amount of uncertainty when you’re a hockey player. Regardless of your contract, you can be traded at any time. After the condo in Trump Towers, he bought a flat-black Audi with blacked out windows. Perfect for times like this.
Oh, do you see us? We’re fucking in his car.
Fisting his shirt in my hands, I pull him in as my lips brush over his. He shudders, like he’s been waiting all night for this kiss. His lips roughly meet mine. My skin burns with pleasure, eagerly seeking his taste. Maybe it’s the win or watching him make the overtime shot, but I’m all in.