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  I wanted to say I was one of those really great coaches that left everything at the door and taught my kids, but unfortunately I couldn’t say that. I coached to the best of my abilities, but my mind kept going back to where the hell my card could be. I was completely panicking. Between each session, I texted Lizzy, but she hadn’t found it. It was driving me up a wall because I couldn’t figure out where the hell it could be. I stuck it in my pants after I paid last night. I didn’t even transfer it to my wallet when I got home. I just went to bed after throwing my clothes everywhere. Lizzy had said she had searched my room, but no luck, which meant I was screwed.

  On top of that, there was still another problem—my rattling loins. Yes, I said my rattling loins. Too many romance novels had ruined me. But my life was not a romance novel. If anything, it was a biography of all the dumb shit I had done in my life. Wanting to sleep with Gus Persson took up half the book. I mean, what was I even thinking? It went against everything I wanted! It went against everything I’d said! I would basically be the person he said I was if I went through with it.

  But I couldn’t shake the yearning I had for him.

  It had to be voodoo. I swear I was fine before he opened his mouth. Before he touched me and looked at me with those sinful eyes. Before his lips moved along my cheek and my lips. I was just dandy before, but now, all I could think about was him, and I swear I could still feel his lips on mine. That was absurd! It didn’t make any sense. He wasn’t worth my time!

  Yet, I just wanted five minutes.

  A quick, wonderful orgasm, and I’d be done.

  That’s all I wanted.

  But first, I had to get through another lesson. Thankfully, my student’s mom was cool cutting the session short, and I promised to make it up to her. I was good for it. Or at least I hoped she knew that. Once I was paid and had hugged my student, Lily, tightly, I rushed off the ice and was almost to the instructor room when I heard my name.

  Or, better yet, my legal name.

  “Hey! Yo, Bocephus.”

  My face scrunched up as I slowly looked over my shoulder, seeing the star of all my wet dreams strolling down the hall like he had no cares in the world. He looked absolutely stunning in a pair of athletic shorts and a loose tee, his hat backward with sunglasses on them. He had shaved, and he looked all clean and sexy. I bet he smelled fantastic, but that didn’t matter.

  Because I was not happy to see him.

  Narrowing my eyes, I crossed my arms before leaning into the tip of my skate. “What are you doing here?”

  He shrugged, such a careless motion that he somehow made sexy. “I had practice.”

  “Oh.”

  “And I’m pretty sure I have something of yours.”

  My brows came in. “I highly doubt that.”

  Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a card, and when he held it up, I realized it was mine. I almost came out of my skates rushing to snatch it from his hands. “My card!”

  I looked up, glaring. This son of a bitch stole my card! But he didn’t look guilty. Instead, he was smiling as he said, “Yeah, I went to get my beer and saw it on the floor. I went outside to give it back to you, but I guess you had already left. When I went to give it to one of your friends, I wasn’t sure if I could trust them, so I just kept it. Figured I’d see ya.”

  My face twisted in confusion. “What if you didn’t see me today?”

  He never stopped grinning. “Oh, I knew I would.”

  “How?”

  Smugly, he leaned in, his eyes in line with mine as he whispered, “’Cause I wasn’t going to stop until I found you.”

  I took in a quick breath and got lost in his gaze. I was supposed to hate this man. He was everything that had gotten me in trouble before. I knew what this kind of guy did to me. I knew the pain, the heartache, and the pure rejection, yet I had every desire to close the distance and press my lips to that lush mouth of his. I was insane, that was all there was to it. His gaze burned into mine as he took a step forward. Our bodies were so close, but then it felt like they were so far apart.

  Jesus, what was wrong with me?

  I swallowed hard. Breathless, I just stared at him, and then, without warning, I was hit with the memory of the dream from the night before. The vision of his lips pressing into mine fueled an erotic and molten-hot fantasy. I could feel his lips everywhere. My breasts, my stomach, my thighs, my pussy—everywhere—and looking at him right then, it was like experiencing it all over again. It made no damn sense. I almost didn’t even know who I was, but just then I didn’t care.

  I just wanted to kiss him.

  So I did.

  Chapter Nine

  Gus

  Her lips were on mine without any warning whatsoever.

  Not that I was complaining, but one thing was for sure, I would find anything of hers for this. Because her kiss was fucking hot and then some. Her lips were so plush and sweet. Unlike the night before, she was kissing me. She held my face in her hands as she deepened the kiss, her tongue swirling inside my mouth, and hell, I was breathless.

  Fucking breathless.

  No longer stunned, I reached for her, bringing her in close as our tongues moved together and our mouths nipped at each other. I thought seeing her on the ice in those tight pants as she skated had me on edge, but nothing compared to what I was feeling at that moment. Within seconds, I was harder than a goal post. I cradled her neck with one hand and gripped her lower back with the other, pulling her breasts into my chest. God, she felt so fucking good. She smelled good too, and the taste of her sweet lips hadn’t left my mind since the night before.

  But now, this was different. Her kisses turned urgent, her fingers digging into my cheeks as I kissed back with just as much need. I hadn’t expected this to go down. I was convinced she’d make me work hard for this, but I was, thankfully, very fucking wrong.

  Or so I thought.

  Pulling back, gasping for breath, she looked up at me. “Oh. Oh. God.”

  “Oh. Oh. Yeah,” I moaned before picking her up a bit, her lips crashing into mine. No doubt she was struggling with this. She didn’t want to like me. I knew she didn’t, but I didn’t care. I wanted her.

  And I wanted her fucking now.

  I fully expected her to stop me when I lifted her off the ground, but to my surprise she wrapped her legs around my waist. That was all I needed. I started walking, unsure where to go, but I was going somewhere, even if it was behind the Zamboni. I didn’t care. I was going to have her, and I was going to have her at that fucking moment. Pulling away, she pointed to a door.

  “Here.”

  “Thank God,” I growled against her jaw before pushing the door open and then shutting it with the weight of our bodies. Carefully, I put her to her skates as she pulled at my shirt, running her cold hands down the front of my chest. Hissing out a breath, I reached for her shirt, pulling it up and burying my face in her breasts as she cried out, arching up into me. She moved her fingers into my scalp, knocking my hat and glasses to the ground. Pulling her bra down, I took her nipple in my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue against the hard pebble as she hissed out a breath. She leaned into me. Moving to the other breast, I took that nipple, sucking and kneading her with my hands as she arched into the door, sweet sounds falling from those naughty lips.

  But I needed more.

  Sliding my hand down the front of her tights, I cupped her slick and burning-hot pussy. She was pulsating, so hot between her legs. Everything inside me was wrung tight. She cried out, gasping, and then our gazes locked. I lost my breath at her beauty. Her red hair was falling out of the topknot. Her blue eyes were as dark as a thunderstorm back home. Red splotches covered her cheeks and her chin. This close I could see the freckles I had missed last night. They were everywhere, dusting her cheeks, her neck, and down the middle of her chest. I wanted to trace the spots with my tongue, get lost for hours doing only that. She was gorgeous, but when my fingers slid between her slick lips, my eyes fell shut and she