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I laced my hands around his neck, holding him to me while heat flared between us again.

Hands wandered greedily. His fingers teased my nipples while mine traced the hard lines of his chest and stomach. The kiss grew messier, more desperate. Before I could wrap my hands around his cock, Mikko slid down my body, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone, between my breasts, and lower across my stomach.

He settled between my thighs, broad shoulders spreading my legs apart. The first slow drag of his tongue over my center pulled a broken moan from my throat. Gripping the sheets, I arched into his mouth as he devoured me—slow and thorough at first, then hungrier, focused entirely on my pleasure. His tongue circled my clit before dipping lower, tasting every inch of me like he couldn’t get enough.

“Oh, fuck, that feels good,” I moaned, trying to keep my voice down.

Mikko groaned against me, the little vibrations making me shake.

“More?” he rasped, and I nodded my head violently.

One hand let go of my thigh, dropping below his mouth until I felt a thick finger at my opening. He slid it back and forth in time with his tongue, coating it in my wetness, teasing me until I was whimpering. Then he gently pressed it inside, stretching me in the most delicious way.

The combination was overwhelming—his warm, talented tongue working my clit while his finger curled deep inside me, stroking that sensitive spot with every thrust. He added a second finger, pumping them steadily, the wet sounds mixing with my ragged breathing. Every time he curled them, my hips bucked against his face. He held me down with his other hand on my thigh, keeping me open for him as he feasted.

It didn’t take long. The steady rhythm of his mouth, the way he groaned against me like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted, sent me spiraling. I came hard, thighs shaking around his head, one hand flying down to grip his blond hair as pleasure tore through me.

When the waves finally subsided, I lay there panting in a blissful daze. Mikko kissed the inside of my thigh before crawling back up my body, his erection heavy and obvious against my hip.

“Do you want me to help with that?” I asked breathlessly, glancing down at his cock.

Mikko shook his head, a soft, genuine smile touching his lips. “This wasn’t about me. I got exactly what I wanted.”

He pressed one last kiss to my forehead, then rolled out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. A moment later, the shower turned on, water rushing against the tile.

I lay there for a few seconds, heart still racing, before I got out of bed and followed him.

22

Leena’s hands slapped against the window the moment we settled on the team plane, everyone finding their seats. Several teammates cast glances my way, but I ignored it.

“You seem awfully calm,” Carter said when he stopped at our row and put his suitcase overhead.

Logan dropped into the row in front of us, taking the same spot he had on the flight here. “Right? I was afraid we’d get a phone call to help bury a body.”

I frowned at them, then looked at Shannon. “Do you know what they’re talking about?”

She shrugged. “I haven’t even finished my first coffee. It’s too early for me to know things.”

Carter turned to look at us, his gaze bouncing between Shannon and me. “Oh.”

“Oh,” Logan repeated. “They were too busy f⁠—”

Shannon slapped her hand over his mouth. “She’s repeating everything right now, and I think we can all agree I don’t want one of Leena’s first words to be that one.”

She dropped her hand, and Logan grinned. “But you were, weren’t you?”

He wiggled his dark brows, then made a crude gesture with his hands to show exactly what he thought we’d been up to.

I glared at him, but Logan only grinned harder. “Where’s my phone? I need to text Conway.”

Nolan walked over to us and handed me his phone. “Here. This came out last night and has been all over social media this morning.”

Shannon took the phone from him, her brow creased as she slid her finger along the screen. I leaned over to look at it, seeing the headline.

A Bride for the Silent Giant? Mikko Laaksonen Drops Bombshell in Post-Game Presser

The Denver Yeti’s quiet superstar has somehow made one of the biggest stories of the NHL season even bigger.