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Zach runs a gentle hand through my soaked hair. “Fucking bitch. She’s lucky she’s a girl, or I’d bury her right now.”

I rest my hand on his chest, the warmth of his skin heating my palm, and his touch vibrating a need straight through me. “It’s okay. I’m okay.” I look down at his jersey. “I’m not sure this has been so lucky.”

Lust overtakes his features as he kisses me deeply, his tongue gliding against mine. “Take it off.” He tugs the jersey over my head and then wraps my hair in his fist, gently angling my face to his. “I’ll get you a thousand more to wear.”

“As long as they have your name on the back.”

Wrapping an arm around my waist, he picks me up with ease, sets me on the counter, and then leans across and turns the lock. “You can wear my name for a lifetime, but right now, I want you to scream it.”

He unbuttons my jeans and pushes them all the way down and then starts on his belt, unzipping his pants until they hang open at the front. “Feel how hard I am for you. How much I want you.”

I reach into his boxers and pull out his hard cock.

He leans in and sears me with a red-hot kiss, his hands flying to cup my cheeks. “Take off those panties and let me fuck you.”

Other than my black lace bralette, I’m completely naked as he pushes into me. His mouth is still on mine, and his hands are everywhere as we both gasp for air at the sensation.

“I want everyone in this goddamn bar to know how much I love you. Now, fuck this cock.”

He grabs my ass, sinking his fingertips into my flesh as he pistons into me repeatedly. I know I’m screaming, and the entire bar can hear, but I don’t care.

They can go right ahead and post about how crazy I am for Zach Evans.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

LUNA

Zach

It’s been twenty-four hours since I last kissed you, and I’m fucking desperate.

My students file out of the classroom as I pull out my phone and smile down at Zach’s message.

“Miss Johnson, since you started dating one of the coolest players in the NHL, you’ve become the coolest teacher in the school.”

“Nah, the entire state.”

“Country!” another student announces.

“Yeah, well, this cool teacher hasn’t forgotten that all project proposals need to be on my desk first thing tomorrow morning.”

Collective groans fill my room as the last of my juniors leave.

Glancing back at my phone, I begin typing out a reply.

Me

It’s not just your lips I miss.

Zach

I’m about to board our flight to Colorado. You can’t do me like this, Rocket.

If only I could…

Do you want me to turn around and catch a flight to you? Because I will. Getting kicked off the team is worth being inside you.

My core throbs at the thought.