Page 138 of Rule 1: Never Accidentally Marry Your Teammate

Noah swings around and I perform a diligent search of his back pockets. Noah’s ass is high and round and firm, and I need to make sure I can’t feel a keycard.

And that’s how Evan and Vinnie find us.

“I heard this was a good hotel.” Vinnie shakes his head, clutching Evan’s hand.

They’re even more ridiculously affectionate than Noah and I are, and that’s super difficult. But then Evan is the captain, so it makes sense he would be an absolute overachiever. Ever since that first dance together when Noah said yes to a life of forever with me, Evan and Vinnie have been open to the public about their relationship.

People paid more attention to their dancing than to my stuttering proposal, which is for the best.

“Don’t bring the paparazzi here,” Vinnie says.

I roll my eyes. “Ha. They’re busy following Luke around.”

He and Evanshake their head and laugh, then enter their room.

Noah and I are alone in the hallway.

The distance between us narrows. I’m suddenly only conscious of the shape of Noah’s lips.

The elevator pings again, and Noah steps away and faces the wall. “We, um, should go.”

I know that move.

“Having trouble, Fitzpatrick?”

Noah glares at me, then he sweeps me into his arms.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s a threshold, and you’re my spouse.” Noah fumbles in his right pocket for the keycard, presses it against the pod, then we enter.

I wrap my arms around Noah’s neck, as he fumbles with the lights. Rose petals are strewn over the floor, and a tray of Dom Perignon and two crystal glasses sit on the table.

“It’s like last time,” Noah says happily.

“We should enter every room like this.”

Noah chokes back a laugh. “Anniversaries only.”

I lift my head up and stare at the ceiling. “We should have a good sixty years of doing this.”

“You want me to call room service for some milk, old man?”

“No. I want you to fuck me.”

Noah’s eyes flare. “That’s an excellent idea.”

“Super excellent,” I say.

Noah flings me onto the bed. I stare down at the black diamond sheets. “They have the same ones.”

“Feeling sentimental, babe?”

“Always with you.”

Noah keeps his green eyes fixed on me, then he strips off his suit jacket.

“Sexy, my sweet puck.”