Misconduct (Hot Ice Series Book 6) - Plot & Excerpts
I’d slept with the small windows on top of the French doors open, loving the melodic rolling and crashing sound as I’d drifted off and thankfully let pleasant dreams wash me away. I stretched and noticed how my inner thighs felt a little tender. The memory of Dustin throwing me over his shoulder, and then us fucking like possessed demons rushed back to me. There was a little nugget of shame and mortification there, but mostly the emotion was lust, a sexy, hot sweep of desire that transported me back to the moment my goaltender had shucked off his clothes and stood, for the sweetest thread of time, all dark and handsome and massively aroused before me. He’d been right, there was nothing that could stop us. Screwing had been the only thing on our minds. I glanced at the door—it was shut—then slid one hand over my chest and the other between my legs. I’d started the day feeling turned-on. There were worse things to be greeted with after an eight-hour slumber. My nipples were tight, my pussy a little damp.
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