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I didn’t look up, though.

I couldn’t.

I knew that if our eyes connected, I wouldn’t be able to focus on what I was meant to be doing.

Cooper Nash is just that distracting.

Seeing him through a screen, or out on the ice wearing his helmet, might be hot, but it doesn’t even come close to what it’s like seeing him in real life.

When he’s out there on the ice in full equipment with the rest of the team, it’s easy to think his size is because of all the padding. But then you see him with all that stripped away, and you realize that his shoulders really are that broad, his arms really are that thick, and those thighs—goddamn, I dream about those thighs and that ass.

I can’t lie...I was disappointed when he blew off my suggestion of meeting up after the game last night, but I also understood.

I’ve never traveled for my job, or had such a physically demanding role. I can only imagine how exhausting it must be. And then add me chomping at the bit to see him the second he had a free moment…yeah, I can understand why he said no.

Although finding out he regretted the decision earlier did soften the blow somewhat. It also meant that I spent the entire time at the diner while getting grilled by Sutton about her performance on the ice desperate to spend more time with him alone.

Honestly, I’m pretty sure it was the longest two hours of my life. If it were anyone else, if we were with anyone else, I might have suggested meeting in the restroom. But I knew he wouldn’t be down with it while with his teammates.

A guy can dream, though.

Instead, I sat there and tortured myself with everything I wanted but couldn’t have, and then I was forced to watch him get into the back of an Uber.

Thankfully, my cell buzzed not thirty seconds later with everything I needed to read.

DMan: My house. The faster the better…

And that is how I ended up in this sexy hockey player's bed, having had my world rocked all over again.

Any concerns I had about getting bored being with him have long been banished. In fact, this time was even better than the first, and that’s saying something. This afternoon was…otherworldly.

I have a fear that this man has ruined me for all others.

His commanding tone, the way he takes control and tells me exactly what he wants…add in his hot-as-fuck body and that incredible cock, and well…hello dream man, can I keep you forever?

Cooper rolls onto his side so he’s facing me, and I brace myself as I wait for him to demand that I leave.

“I have a meal plan to follow from the team’s dietician.”

“Oh, yeah. Of course.”

I blink, summoning the power to climb off his bed and make my exit.

His eyes are on me as I throw my still-quivering legs over the edge of the bed and search the floor for my boxers.

There are clothes everywhere.

Honestly, I’m impressed we managed to get up here before ripping them from each other.

From the moment I stepped foot inside the house, Cooper was on me.

Clearly, I wasn’t the only one holding on by a thread after hours’ worth of foreplay.

Spotting my rogue underwear, I push to my feet. I stumble as I move toward them, a laugh bursting out of me as I catch myself on the wall.

“Are you okay?” Cooper asks, his deep voice flowing through me.

Fucking hell. He just made me see stars, made me come so hard I’m pretty sure I blacked out. How can I want him again already?