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I was barely aware of anything when I later lifted the trophy over my head and took my turn skating around the ice.

We might have won the game, but Sloane had just made it where…I’d won at life.

CHAPTER28

SLOANE

We were drunk.

And horny.

Very horny.

Or at leastIwas. I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off him.

It was like telling him had freed something inside me, and now after telling him verbally what he meant to me…I wanted to physically show him too.

The after-party had gotten out of control. At one point I’d gulped beer from the Stanley Cup and then tried to do snow angels in the middle of the ice with Monroe.

We were back at Logan’s place, though, and I was bound and determined that part two of the after-party was about to begin.

“Who cares about championships,” he growled. “You’re the only thing I need.” We stumbled into his entryway, practically attacking each other’s lips as we tried to walk.

“I would say that was corny, but it just sounds hot,” I panted as his lips trailed down my neck.

“I want to fuck you in my jersey,” he begged. “Can we make that happen since I was such a good boy and scored the game-winning goal?” His hands slid down and gripped my ass.

“Don’t get any ideas that will always work,” I said as he moved back to my mouth. His tongue slid between my lips and tangled with mine, deep, long licks that had me moaning into the kiss.

“But it can work this time, right?” he asked, and I whined as his hand pushed between my legs, massaging my clit through my leggings as he continued to destroy me with his kiss.

“Yes,” I groaned, my hands running over his neck and shoulders as I arched against his touch.

Suddenly he moved away, and I whimpered, my body a live wire of need. It was still amazing how fast he could take me to the edge every time.

“Be right back. I’m not going to miss out on this,” he said. “It’s important to reward yourself.”

I snorted at him and grinned. “Or I could follow you so we aren’t having sex on the hallway floor.”

He groaned like I’d said something amazing.

“Add that to the list. Hallway sex,” he muttered as he suddenly scooped me up and walked us down the hall and into his room.

He was always adding things to this imaginary sex list we evidently were keeping. And all of his suggestions were very hot.

Logan almost fell over as he set me down on the bed, and I was giggling as he straightened and pressed a kiss on my nose before practically running to his closet.

A second later, he appeared with a Dallas Knights jersey. Swinging it above his head, he stalked toward me.

“Get naked baby,” he ordered, tossing the jersey at my chest.

“Only if you beg,” I told him. I’d never felt powerful having sex before, but with Logan, the way he wanted me, it was impossible not to.

Logan smirked and slowly slid to his knees. “Please, baby. Strip for me.”

I slid off the bed and then began working my leggings and T-shirt off until I was standing there in nothing but my bra and underwear.

“Take those off too,” he said, a hint of red staining his cheeks as he took me in.