Poetry On Ice (Totally Pucked, #1)

by Jesse H. Reign

holy shit, how did I ever think I could come within a hundred feet of this guy and not fall for him. I must have been fucking insane.

What I do know is that Robbie and I have been home a lot. He’s been naked a lot. A lot, a lot. And when he isn’t, he’s wearing slutty socks with slutty shorts and boxy T-shirts that show a hint of his cum gutters when he raises his arms. My blood pressure has been through the roof. I’m amazed I’m still standing.