Pucking Around: A Why Choose Hockey Romance (Jacksonville Rays Book 1)

He scowls at me. “What do you think ‘mennään naimisiin’ means?”
I blink back at him. “I don’t know. I don’t speak Finnish!”
“It means ‘marry me,’” he huffs. “I say it all the goddamn time.”
“Well how am I supposed to—”

Is it possible to die when you’re already dead?

This is death, and I’ve died.

Anyone who can handle this much sand beige must be part camel.

Oh yeah, Cay screams daddy dom kink. My control freak.

Please, baby—ah—” I gasp as his free hand circles my neck.

“I’m not your baby,” he growls, squeezing my throat. “You’re my twisted fucking Hurricane. Chaos in a brunette bottle. Who am I? Who waits for you in the dark?”

I wince, even as I smile. The monster in him is finally coming out to play. I swallow against his hand, loving that exquisite tightness of breath. Meanwhile, my pussy is desperate for some more attention.

“Please, daddy,”

“You walk outta here, you’re gonna have to explain to everyone why you’re wearing me as a koala,”

We both go quiet. Her seething. Me waiting.

Slowly, she takes another calming breath. “Okay, I can’t deal with this right now. I’m starving and I need caffeine. Here’s what we’ll do.” She points a finger at me. “You’re gonna take me to lunch somewhere away from prying eyes and ears. You’re gonna feed me, and get me some caffeine, and then we’re gonna come up with a plan.”

“Okay.”

“Good.

She’s fierce. My dark-haired lioness.