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“Just put it on. You’re gonna need to give me the CliffsNotes of who everyone is.”

“Okay, but if you really hate it, we’ll turn it off.”

“Deal,” I lie. I’m already obsessed with how excited he is over this TV show. There’s no way we’re turning it off, even if it is shit.

Before I know it, an hour has passed, and I’m getting to know twelve people through a screen just like they all are.

Being halfway through, there have already been a couple of in-person meetings and non-matches, so they’ve brought fresh meat into the game to increase the drama.

By the time the episode is over, I’m hooked.

“So, did you want to watch the next one?” I ask as nonchalantly as possible.

Garrett turns to look at me, his lips twitching as he fights a smile.

“Did you want to watch the next one?”

“I guess we can, yeah.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “You liked it. Cooper Nash likes trashy reality TV. Get ESPN on the phone; I’ve got some juicy gossip about the league’s most secretive player.”

“Shut up,” I mutter, reaching over to tickle him.

“They’re gonna love this,” he cries, squirming away from me. “I can just see the headlines now: Grumpy NHL enforcer secretly obsessed with trashy British reality show.”

“You’re a nightmare,” I groan as we both roll onto the floor, narrowly missing the coffee table.

“Yeah, I am. But right now, I’m your nightmare.”

Fuck. The sound of him calling himself mine does something to me.

My lips find his, and my tongue plunges into his mouth, stealing any more words he might have to say.

The TV begins playing commercials and previews, but neither of us pays it any mind as we make out like teenagers on my living room floor.

Before long, I have his sweats over his ass and his hard cock in my hand as our kiss continues.

“Fuck, I love the way you feel in my hand,” I tell him as I kiss across his rough jaw and down his throat.

“Me too. Love everything you do to me.”

I work him slowly, but that doesn’t mean it gets him there any slower.

Garrett might hate how fast he comes when he’s with me, but I have very opposite feelings about it. I love that he’s already so turned on that he’s balancing on the edge all the time.

It makes me wonder if it’ll ever change, and I can’t help wanting to make him come to see if that happens.

“Cooper, I’m…fuck. I’m gonna come.”

Ripping my lips from his, I sit up just in time to watch as he comes all over his abs.

Fuck. That is a sight.

His chest heaves with exertion as his cock begins to soften in my hand.

I look between his dark, hungry eyes and the mess he’s made on himself.

Reaching out with my free hand, I swipe my finger through the residue, and before I know it, I’m tracing my own name into his skin.