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Drew rears back. “What?”

Marley flushes pink. “With all my school projects and social work training, I end up going to bed really early, so I guess I⁠—”

I hold up a hand. “No. Whatever is about to leave your mouth next, the answer is no. Your man should understand and support the hard work you’re putting in. And if you need to go to bed early, then he should be following you to spend some quality time together.” I squeeze her hand and look Marley straight in the eyes. “Don’t make excuses for him because he’s good enough at doing that for himself. If it doesn’t feel right, then get out. Now.”

She holds my gaze for a moment before her eyes move to the rink below. Rhys Sharpe has his back to us as he guards the crease.

“Rhys is fun to talk to,” she says in a small voice. “He was really interested in my hopes of becoming a qualified social worker since he was raised in the system.”

Drew’s eyes soften at that. Rhys hasn’t made a secret about his time as a child in foster care and has a foundation to support children without families. Silas and I are attending one of its fundraisers next month.

“Well, my vote is for you to break it off with Greg, move back to Seattle, and bang the Rogues goalie,” June suggests.

Marley half laughs, half scoffs. “Rhys has a girlfriend. He recently started dating her.”

I pull back. “Wait, so you’re saying that you would consider June’s plan if Rhys were single?”

Marley pulls her hand from mine and slaps it across her mouth, realization in her pretty eyes. “Oh my God!”

June raises her wineglass to us all. “Girls, I rest my case.”

Two hours later, I’m no longer wearing my boyfriend’s jersey. He just peeled it from my body.

“What if someone walks in?” I whisper between the kisses Silas peppers down my neck.

“I don’t actually give a fuck,” he grinds out, dropping to his knees in front of me.

In the near total darkness of a back room just off the players’ lounge, I’m sitting on a table with my feet on his shoulders, and, holy shit, Silas’s eyes are feral with lust.

He looks so hot with freshly showered hair and a white dress shirt with a few buttons open at the collar.

Rolling his sleeves up to the elbows, he smirks up at me. “While I was on the ice, all I could think about was getting you alone after the game.”

I reach down and tip his chin up with my forefinger. I revel in how dominant the move makes me feel, and I love even more that Silas is man enough to deal with it. Actually, he thrives on it.

“What are you doing?” I whisper when his lips caress my swollen stomach.

He hums against my skin, his gravelly voice firing off sparks throughout my needy body. “Hey, baby.” He kisses my flesh. “Do you know how beautiful your mama is? Your daddy counts his blessings every day that she gave him a chance to love her.”

Silas stands and unloops his belt, hungry eyes eating me alive.

I spread my thighs, hitch up my skirt, and pull my panties to the side. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

His pants and boxer briefs hit the floor, and a second later, I’m suspended midair and impaled on his dick. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he holds me in place with one arm and toys with my slick asshole.

I’m so freaking wet, so damn full of him.

“I’m curious, Knockout,” he pants, “do you care if anyone walks in now?”

I shake my head, eyes dropping to watch his dick as it slides inside me.

Silas walks us across the room and presses my back into the door leading to the players’ lounge, where all our friends are gathered.

“Chant my name, Vesper. Say it so they can hear what I’m doing to you.”

My eyes grow wide. “What if your coach or that cocky owner is there?”

He just grins and thrusts into me harder. “I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. All I care about is them knowing that you’re mine to keep. Forever.”