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Hottie lifts her chin. “I’m the Colorado Avalanche’s new massage therapist.”

Bomb dropped.

Chapter 3

ERIC

“But Greg’s been our masseuse for the past eight years,” I counter. Maybe it’s stupid to argue, but I don’t like the idea of her laying hands on us like that—especially notthiswoman.

Hell, even looking at her right now is enough to send my brain straight to the gutter. I can still feel her riding my face, her intoxicating scent flooding my senses as I savor her sweetness, her perfect little cunt dripping down my chin like she was made for me.

My dick twitches at the thought.

See? Call me crazy, but walking around with a constant hard-on doesn’t seem like the best strategy for the upcoming season.

“I was told that he’s retiring.” She lifts one shoulder and lets it drop. Like it’s no big deal. But it’s a big deal to me.

Sure, female reporters bust into the locker rooms sometimes, and Penelope “Penny”, our assistant coach, has caught us in our skivvies, or less, on more than one occasion. But I’ve made it this far in my career without letting a trainer, doctor, or masseuse work on me unless they’ve got a dick.

And it’s not because I don’t like women. Just the opposite. I like themtoomuch. Or maybe I should say my body does. Because the second I’m attracted to one, my cock jumps up like an untrained puppy, desperate to be petted. It’s even worse when I’ve already fucked her.

Yet as much as my body is always down for sex, I’m not exactly great at being a boyfriend. I can wine and dine a woman, treat her like a queen, but keeping my hands on just one? Not my strong suit.

But this... this feels like disaster waiting to happen. I keep remembering how good she felt the other night, how I could lose myself in her. How she could be a game changer—not just for how right she feels wrapped around my cock, but because there’s something else about her. While Levi’s first reaction was anger, thinking she had an angle, I felt fear. She’s genuine, laid-back, nothing like the desperate women we usually deal with. And that’s what scares me. What if I can’t resist her? Every damn clause in our contract basically screams 'no mixing business with pleasure,' like they’re trying to make sure we don't turn into a bunch of soap opera characters.

I probably didn’t know about this because I suck at keeping up with the insane email dumps from Barb, our publicist. The woman sends out as many as ten a day during the season. Even now, leading up to it, she’s already flooding us with crap I have no patience for.

That’s why I have Sven and Levi to keep me in the loop. I just hate reading. My attention span barely survives one page at a time.

“Shit,” I gripe under my breath, unable to help it. Then, I turn to my boys. “You two hear about this?”

“Seems like I might’ve heard something about Greg leaving,” Levi winces as he mentions this, scratching at his bearded chin. He knows how I hate being out of the loop.

“Didn’t know about the replacement, though,” Sven adds, eyeing Hottie. “But it might’ve been in an email while we’ve been up here in the air.”

As if his words are some sort of signal, the pilot comes over the PA system. “All passengers and staff, please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts in preparation for our descent into Denver.”

“I promise that I’m fully qualified,” Hottie tries, but I can’t even look her way right now. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement as she thrusts out her hand, ignoring the pilot’s request. I shift my gaze just in time to see the flight attendant nudging her toward a nearby row, but she doesn’t stop talking. “I’m Ava Sterling.”

Learning her name doesn’t make this any less awkward as I force myself to meet her eyes and shake her hand. Her palm is as soft and velvety as I remember, which leads my brain to flash images of how soft and velvety her tits were. Well, except for the hard little nubs of her nipples.

And right on cue, my cock rears up in my pants like some bucking bronco.

Perfect.

Never in a million years did I imagine we’d run into one of the women we hooked up with, much less find out she works for the same jersey. Some random woman turning out to be our new masseuse? What a goddamn nightmare.

I can’t help but shake my head over this clusterfuck. And the sinking feeling in my gut just keeps growing stronger.

This is such bad news for me. It’s not that I can’t handle change. It’s just that I don’t like it. Once I get things set the way I want,I’d rather they stay that way. Especially since this woman has been one of our hotties, which usually means someone we’d never see again after one night of no rules, just pleasure.

But she’s sure as hell right here in person.

What are the chances of the four of us running into each other like this? One in a thousand? One in ten thousand?

I want her. Despite everything. If she let me, I’d frog-march her to the bathroom and make her a member of the Mile High Club while I got my rocks off.

See? This is why we only have those kinds of hookups outside of Denver. It was Levi’s idea, and it’s a damn good one. He and Sven are both smart, with a solid understanding of logistics.