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Bennett stills behind me, his chest stiffening as he speaks.

“You figured wrong, Little Red. Wrong for thinking you should bring up other guys right now, and wrong for thinking I haven’t been daydreaming about what I would do to the girl who got away if I ever caught her in my orbit again.

I’ve fucked my fist countless times to thoughts of tasting your sweet pussy.

So I’m going to need you to get on that bed on your hands and knees with your ass up for me, baby girl. ”

He pushes me toward the bed and lightly spanks my ass as I go. I’m completely unashamed of the moan that slips past my lips at the contact.

Bennett chuckles in response. “I knew it.”

This is sure to be one of the best nights of my life.

Bennett

“If I could live anywhere in the world, it’d probably be either Stars Hollow or Paris,” Scar says as she clasps her fingers through mine. The sun is just starting to peek through the small gap in the curtains, painting her creamy skin with a golden glow.

“Where is Stars Hollow?” I question somewhat absentmindedly. I’m distracted, my focus set on counting the number of freckles on her left shoulder.

Rolling up onto her knees, she straddles me and looks down at me in shock. “You can’t be serious. You don’t know where Stars Hollow is?” she presses.

“No,” I admit, letting out a yawn as I stretch and then fold my arms under the back of my head. “Is that out east?”

She laughs at that, and I get lost in the songlike sound. “That’s because it is a fictitious town from Gilmore Girls .”

“You’re a little brat,” I tell her, playfully swatting her ass before I grip her hips and bring them back down on me.

The feel of her slick heat against my cock has me ready for another round, but unfortunately, we ran out of condoms sometime in the middle of the night. But that didn’t stop this siren woman from sucking the soul from my body as her pussy suffocated my face in the most glorious way.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I warn her. “We’ve got to leave this room so I can feed you something. We need sustenance. And condoms. A lot more condoms.”

“I don’t know, Benny. Last night was fun and all, but you’re starting to sound like a stage five clinger with this talk of breakfast and next day condoms runs.”

She’s fucking with me again. Right ?

An adorable snort escapes her, and before she can cover her mouth, I see the slip of her poker face.

I shake my head at her. “I’m going to let your smartass comment slide for now, but your pussy is going to pay for it later. Now get dressed so I can take you to breakfast.”

“I’m less of a breakfast gal, and more of an inject-a-pot-of-coffee-straight-into-my-veins kind of lady.”

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Besides—”

“Yeah, yeah. Sustenance ,” she mocks, cutting me off before lifting herself off my lap. Grabbing my dress shirt off the floor, she wraps it around herself like a robe and stumbles into the bathroom.

Why do I find it oddly endearing and not completely terrifying that she didn’t shut the door behind her? What is happening to me?

I’ve just slid into a pair of gym shorts when her phone buzzes on the nightstand.

Walking over to it, I holler over my shoulder, “Hey, Scar, someone named Gibby is calling you. Do you want me to bring you your phone?”

Scarlett’s voice is muffled by the sound of her brushing her teeth, but I’m able to make out, “Oh, that’s just Gibson, my driver. Can you answer it and let him know which hotel we’re at and that he can plan to pick me up later?”

Driver? Weird, but whatever.

“Hello?” I answer.

“Oh, hello, sir. Is Miss Carlisle with you?”

Carlisle? Is that her last name? Shit, I didn’t even realize. I guess we bulldozed right over proper introductions and straight to my hotel room.

“Uh, yeah. Scarlett’s right here. She’s just brushing her teeth . . . ”

Putting her phone on mute real quick, I peek my head into the bathroom. “Hey, are you using my toothbrush?”

Turning to face me is a completely unashamed Scarlett with my toothbrush between her smirking lips.

“Brat!”

“Yet you can’t seem to get enough,” she throws back in a muffled voice.

She’s right. I can’t get enough of her. It should be alarming how easy things are between us. But the conversations between our rounds in the sheets last night were as natural as they come.

“Sir? Where is Miss Carlisle? Her father is requesting her attendance at the bride and groom’s brunch this morning.”

Unmuting her phone, I turn and head back into the bedroom. “I’ll take her.”

I wasn’t planning on attending the brunch this morning, even though I was invited, but I suppose if it means more time spent with Scarlett, I’ll go.

“That is quite unnecessary, sir. If you’ll just put Miss Carlisle on the line, I would be more than happy to take her off your hands.”

Take her off my hands? Who even says shit like that nowadays?

“Listen, Gibs, I officiated the ceremony yesterday for the newlyweds. I was invited to brunch as well, so let’s save the environment and I’ll plan on bringing Scar when she’s ready.”

I’m just about to hang up when I hear the guy sputter on the other end.

“M-Mr. Wilson? What are you doing with Mr. Carlisle’s daughter?” Gibson stutters out the question and my hackles rise on high alert.

Clearing my throat, I ask, “How do you know my name?”

“I think I’d be remiss if I didn’t know the star player and newly appointed captain of my boss’s team. ”

My blood turns to ice as the realization sinks in.

Mr. Carlisle. As in Mr. Charles Carlisle. As in the owner of the Minnesota Wolverines. Also known as the guy who signs my fucking paychecks.

Fuck. Fuck .

“The Whitley Hotel,” I grind out.

“I’ll be there right away, Mr. Wilson. Please let Miss Carlisle know I will be there in ten minutes,” Gibson says before the call disconnects.

Miss Carlisle. Miss. Fucking. Carlisle?

I stand frozen on the spot, the phone still at my ear, when I feel a pair of arms snake around my waist and she presses her lips between my shoulder blades.

“What did he want?” she asks. When I don’t answer, she says, “Now that you mentioned food, I realize I’m starving. Where would you like to eat?”

She unclasps her hands and walks around to face me. Her brows crease in confusion when she takes in whatever look is on my face. “What’s the matter?” she asks.

Tossing the phone onto the bed, I turn my back on her and run my fingers through my hair. “You know, for a second there you actually had me believing in fate—that the two of us meeting again was kismet. But nothing about our meeting was by happenstance, was it, Miss Carlisle ?”

“What are you talking about, Bennett? Why are you saying my name like that?”

“I can’t believe this,” I scoff, shaking my head in disbelief as I turn to face her.

No one can ever want me for who I am. How could they when I hardly know myself? Because who am I outside of the serious hockey captain ?

I clearly don’t know the answer to that, but Scarlett fucking Carlisle sure as shit isn’t going to be the one to find out.

“Gibson will be here to pick you up in ten minutes, Miss Carlisle. I had a good evening with you, but I think it’s best if we go our separate ways.”

“Ben—”

“Was this all a game to you? Was I some pawn you thought you could use to your advantage? Were you mad at your daddy and needed to lash out? Whatever your reasoning, the show’s over.”

Her head shoots back as if she’s been hit. “Will you tell me what the hell you’re talking about? Why are you talking about my father right now?” she asks, running her fingers through her hair in exasperation.

I’ll give it to her, she actually manages to look genuinely confused. The girl must’ve been an actress in another life—hell, maybe she’s one now.

Shaking my head, I let out a grunt of frustration. “I’ll tell him I had a temporary lapse in judgment, I mean, it was an honest mistake. I had no idea who you were. But that wasn’t the case for you, was it?”

Without giving her a chance to respond, I toss on a shirt and slide my shoes on before grabbing my phone and wallet off the dresser. “Please see yourself out, Miss Carlisle,” I tell her before slamming the hotel room’s door behind me.

I’ve never been known to lose my head over a woman before, so why the fuck did I think now was a good time to start?