Hat Trick (D.C. Stars, #4)

by Chelsea Curto

The worst ones are always blond.

“Fucking men is right.”

“Hey, sugar,” she purrs, and I should be embarrassed by how easily I blush.

The life of every party and vivacious as hell with witty comebacks and a laugh that would bring any man to his knees. And if it were me down there, I’d wear a collar and crawl if she asked me to.

and here comes Riley Mitchell, the quiet NHL player who wears glasses and reads romance novels, who just gave me the best orgasm of my fucking life.

I bet he’s the type of guy who uses the books as reference tools.

I hope that too. But I guess he does hell yeah... He fucking does

“You’re magic.”

Dude. I just hooked up with the HOTTEST woman. And I stole her underwear. *Attachment: 1 image*

Riley the man that you are hehehe

“You have to know I love when you beg.”

“Fuck the patriarchy.”

Wanna fuck after?

Who needs a horse when I can ride you?

“You’re my favorite person in the entire world.”

You are my home.”