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He was also built to fuck.
Hot guy unwrapped my ice-cold hand from the armrest and covered it in his massive grip.
It’s not like I would marry any of the Baby Men.” “Baby Men?” “That’s what my dad called my boyfriends, because they weren’t like you.”
Alpha. Bossy. Dominating. Hot. Take charge. Man’s man.
He laughed. No sane person laughs when their plane is crashing!
“I wanted to give my art a real chance. I want to have kids one day. And I haven’t had a real orgasm with a guy.” His blue eyes widened.
I realized I needed to rethink my stance on bossy men. I had assumed they were all one dimensional, but this man felt like a jigsaw puzzle.
“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you.” “I want that too.” And then I ruined it by yawning.
“You survived a plane crash.” “I know.” I also had the most life-altering night with a man who blew my mind and then snuck out while I slept. Ask me which event made me more upset.
“You were born into this position. You don’t have to earn anything.”
Get angry. Find that inner bitch.
Max was here. He was a player on this team. We would work together this year. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. I was now his boss.
Mom was always warning me you never knew what someone else was going through. Perhaps this is why Katrina seemed so distant. “I’m sorry to hear that.” “Glad the dick is gone.” Or perhaps Katrina was simply an unpleasant person.
“You know, you’re the only one around here who’s honest with me?”
We didn’t have a future. He was a player, and I was the GM’s daughter and there was no possibility of pursuing anything between us. But my stupid heart didn’t care.
“I saw that dress.” I paused. “That was a date dress.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I know.”
“Fine. It was an accidental date.”
The reporter shouted, “You owe the public answers. I can make Rory give me the answers I need. She’s a nice tight piece of ass and I think she’d love to suck me off.” Max turned around and shoved him hard. You could hear him say, “Touch her and I’ll kill you.”
I survived a plane crash. I can walk to the washroom.
Max is a free agent. He can date or sleep with anyone he wants. We have a professional relationship. I am not jealous. My only job is to make sure he succeeds on the ice.
His knack in this world was to see me at my most emotional. Why couldn’t he bump into me in the morning when my make-up was fresh and nothing had yet gone wrong?
How was he ever going to want more from me when I was a walking billboard of big emojis?
“Yes, because so many of them were rushing to volunteer.” “It’s because of me.” I froze. “What does that mean?” “They knew it’s my job.” That caught me off guard. “What is your job?” “To have your back.”
“The fox has been in the chicken coop.” “Can you please speak English?” “She’s sleeping with a married man. Hot and heavy. Her marriage broke up over it.” My heart zinged with joy over the fact she was not sleeping with Max. “Who?” “Baxter.”
The last thing I needed was to see Max naked wearing nothing but a towel.
“This dude is holding a helmet in front of his junk. That is not a fucking variation.”
I was on the receiving end of his I-want-to-fuck-you stare and my traitorous body responded.
“The way he was looking at you? That was pure, mind-blowing lust.” “We aren’t sleeping together!” He snorted. “Not yet. You’re not sleeping together yet.”
“Yes. I’m his boss and we will not be sleeping together.” The photographer snorted. “Says you.”
“I’m looking at my only distraction.
“We need to sit down and talk about that, but not while I’m whispering on the phone in some fucking hotel bathroom.”
“That was the best fucking sex of my life. So, if you think I’m going to let you walk away from me, you can think again.”
“You remind me of Chuck Bass.” “Please, I’m way better looking than him.”
“You know how I feel, right?” I winced. “Not really.” He stroked my hair back from my forehead. “If you were a sport, you’d be hockey.” But you love hockey!
“Thirteen minutes,” I shook my head. “What?” “That’s how long it took this crowd to realize they needed him.”
And the man, who knew no patience during sex, suddenly had the willpower of a saint.
It took all my effort not to blurt out the words, I love you. I sat up. I loved Max.
“Are you okay?” I raised my eyes to Max, who watched me as he pulled on his pants. “What?” “You look like you saw a ghost.” “I’m okay.” I realized that I’m head over heels in love with you. No biggie.
“Can you both stay out of trouble at least until I get home and change my clothes?”
Would you rather be on a burning plane that is crashing or have a lunatic point a gun at your head? Max was on the plane, so my choice is definitely plane crash.
Baxter stared at the box. “What kind is it?” The guy lifted the box lid and pulled out a gun which he pointed at Baxter’s forehead. “It’s called get the fuck on your knees, motherfucker.”
“I want it all. You. A baby. Marriage. A lifelong commitment.”