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My heart gives a violent jolt.

I squeeze my eyes shut.

No. Not going to think of those right now.

I’ll just… hold my eyes closed, keep the panic at bay, and wait.

Waking up is disorienting. I never sleep during the day, so opening my eyes when it’s light outside is weird. I blink slowly, but I’m not in a hurry to get up because I’m so comfortable and warm. My eyes fall shut again, then fly open.

Somebody’s kissing the back of my neck.

Yeah. So much for not giving in to temptation.

“Is this you preparing for the game?” I mutter sleepily.

His long fingers sneak down and wrap around my cock.

“Have to get my blood pumping. Thanks for the help.” His lips flutter over my skin when he speaks. Air rushes out of my lungs, and I press myself against him. He starts to move his hand up and down, jacking me slowly and leisurely like it’s a lazy Sunday morning, and we have all the time in the world.

My breathing picks up steadily until I’m panting. Ryker’s left arm is wrapped tightly around my chest, holding me to him. He lifts his palm and spits into it, and then his hand is back. His mouth goes to the side of my neck, and he sucks the skin between his teeth.

It doesn’t take long at all before my hips punch forward, and my dick pulses in his hand.

I slump against him, heart beating wildly in my chest, throat dry. Ryker flops on his back, and I turn to face him. His smile is wide and brilliant.

“Give me a second,” I pant, “and I’ll take care of you, too.”

He presses a kiss to my lips and rolls out of bed.

“Hold that thought,” he says while he pulls on his underwear. “I have to be at the rink in fifteen.”

I turn onto my stomach and lean my chin on my arms while I watch him move around the room.

“Getting a cup on with that thing might be a problem,” I say, eyes on his very prominent erection.

He waggles his brows at me.

“You sure you don’t want a helping mouth? I’ll put in a rush job for you,” I say.

He pulls his sweatshirt on, walks to the bed, leans down, and plants a kiss on my lips. “Tell you what: let’s make it a victory blowjob for after the game.”

I reach my hand behind him and squeeze his ass. “You better win, then.”

“Done.” He gives me another kiss before he straightens up. “I’ve gotta run. You’re still coming, right?”

Say no.

I nod. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

He pulls out his keys, takes one off the ring, and throws it to me. I catch it, look at it, and then look at Ryk.

“We’re going to my place later,” he says. “Your bed sucks.”

“That’s… You don’t need to give me a key. I can just wait outside somewhere.”

He sends me a funny look. “Or you can use the key and let yourself in.”

“But—”

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