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Ken

After the final buzzer, the whole arena erupted.

Clara and the kids were ushered upstairs to the VIP lounge while the team hit the showers.

I stayed behind, dodging press and pretending to re-lace my skates.

Bree disappeared with her makeup bag and garment bag in tow—something about “big plans” and needing ten minutes alone.

I showered fast and hard, letting the water clear my head while the rest of the team suited up and left for the Heroes Night Gala .

These post-game events aren’t unusual—every season has a few charity nights where we get to celebrate, drink, and pretend we’re not all walking bruises.

There’s usually a sponsor speech, a PR toast, and a lot of back-patting—which I actually don’t mind.

But tonight, I just needed a minute alone.

"Nice hat trick."

My head snaps up. Bree stands in the doorway—fresh from the hospitality suite, clearly changed and ready for war—or seduction. Probably both. She’s wearing a black dress that makes my mouth go dry. Her spiky hai r is styled to look elegantly messy, and those green eyes burn into mine.

"You shouldn't be in here." But I'm already moving toward her.

"Why?" She closes the door behind her, the click echoing in the steamy space. "Afraid someone will catch us?"

"Everyone's at the gala."

"Exactly."

I reach her in three strides, pressing her against the door. The towel around my waist does nothing to hide how much I want her. She runs her hands over my damp chest, nails scraping lightly against my skin.

"Someone's feeling confident after that win," she whispers, her lips inches from mine.

"Someone's dressed to kill." I trace the neckline of her silky dress. "Did you wear this just to torture me?"

"Maybe." Her hand slides down my abs, stopping at the towel. "Or maybe I wanted to give my hockey star a proper celebration."

The hunger in her eyes makes my cock throb. When she tugs the towel loose, letting it fall to the floor, I can't wait another second.

Her nails dig into my chest as I crush my mouth to hers. She tastes like beer and victory, and when I slide my tongue against hers, she moans into my mouth.

"Been thinking about this all game," I growl, trailing kisses down her neck. My hands find her ass, squeezing as I lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist, the silk of her dress riding up her thighs.

“Show me.” She grinds against my cock, bare and ready.

I carry her to the massage table, setting her down on the edge. Her dress has ridden up to her hips, revealing black lace that makes me groan. "Wore these for me?"

"Maybe. Or maybe for what’s coming next upstairs. "

"Liar." I push her thighs apart, running my fingers over the damp lace. "You're soaked, baby. Been thinking about my cock all night?"

Her only answer is to arch into my touch as I push the lace aside. I drop to my knees, spreading her thighs wider. She's dripping wet, her pussy glistening in the locker room light.

“Careful,” she murmurs. “We can’t leave behind evidence for a forensics team,” she gasps as I lick a slow stripe up her slit.

“No promises, ma’am.” I circle her clit with my tongue, teasing until she's squirming. Two fingers slide inside her easily, and I curl them just right, making her cry out. Her thighs start trembling as I suck her clit, working my fingers deeper.

"Please," she pants, one hand fisting in my hair. "Make me come."

I increase the pressure, fucking her with my fingers while my tongue works her clit. Her pussy clenches around my fingers as she comes, back arching off the table.

Before she can recover, I stand and line my cock up with her entrance. "Ready for more?"

"Yes," she moans, pulling me closer. "Give me that thick cock."

I push into her slowly, groaning at how tight and wet she feels. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I bottom out, filling her completely.

"So fucking deep," she pants, wrapping her legs around my waist.

I start moving, each thrust making her breasts bounce in that silk dress. The table creaks beneath us as I pick up the pace, driving into her harder.

"Look at me," I command, gripping her hips. "Watch me fuck you."

Her eyes lock with mine, dark with desire. I reach between us to rub her clit, feeling her pussy squeeze around my cock.

"Harder," she demands. "Make me feel it tomorrow."

I pull out suddenly, making her whimper at the loss. Grabbing her hips, I flip her onto her stomach, pushing her dress up to her waist. Her perfect ass is on display, and I give it a sharp slap that makes her moan.

"Like that, Pri ncess?" Another slap, harder this time. Her skin turns pink under my hand.

"Yes," she gasps. "More."

I slam back into her, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. The new angle lets me hit deeper, and she cries out with each thrust. Her pussy grips my cock like she never wants to let go.

"Touch yourself," I growl in her ear, maintaining the punishing rhythm. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

Her hand slides between her legs, and I can feel her fingers working her clit as I pound into her. The table rocks beneath us, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the locker room.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," I groan, watching my cock disappear into her over and over. Her pussy's so wet I can hear it, and the sight of her fingers working her clit while I fuck her drives me wild.

I grab her hair, pulling her head back gently. "You close, baby?"

"Yes," she pants. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

I increase the pace, drilling into her with everything I have. Her whole body starts to shake, and I can feel her pussy getting tighter around my cock.

"Come for me," I demand. "Let me feel it."

She screams my name as she comes, her pussy clenching around me in waves. The sight of her coming undone pushes me over the edge, and I thrust deep one final time, my cock pulsing as I fill her.

I collapse over her back, both of us breathing hard. My cock is still buried deep inside her, and neither of us seems eager to move. I press soft kisses along her shoulder, tasting the salt of her skin.

"Turns out the only thing harder than my abs is falling out of love with you, Princess."

"Cocky much?"

"You like it."

"Damn, I do." She sighs, soft and satisfied. "Now we should get cleaned up. The gala..."

"Let them wait." I pull out slowly, turning her to face me. Even with her dress slightly rumpled, she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. "I'm not done with you yet."

She laughs, pre ssing a kiss to my chest. "Down, boy. My makeup artist will kill me if I show up looking like I just got fucked in a locker room."

"But you did just get fucked in a locker room."

"And it was amazing." She straightens her dress, running fingers through her spiky hair. "But the next round will have to wait until after the gala. I have plans for you tonight."