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“Just a bunch of guys I grew up with, we play in a beer league.”

“That’s awesome. We have ice time tomorrow morning; you guys should come out and play with us for a while.”

My jaw drops as I stare at him. Is he for real? This kid has just been drafted, hell, a few of them have been. Yet here they are, sitting on the bench after almost being arrested by me, offering for me and my friends to play hockey with them tomorrow. Is this even real life?

“Umm…” I pause as I consider his offer again, knowing the guys would lose their minds if I tell them we’re playing a pickup game with future NHLers. Willing to put away my preconceived notions of these guys, knowing they’ve done nothing to prove them right so far, I agree. “Yeah… you know what, that sounds great.”

“Awesome,” he replies as he fist bumps his friend. “This will be tons of fun.”

After their invitation to play hockey with them, I decide to read the summary of the NHL draft online. Before anyone can say anything else, the door of the station slams open, the bell above it jingles as it hits the wall, and in stumbles a frazzled brunette. My eyes scan her as she straightens up and stands glaring at the group sitting on the bench in the waiting room. Her hands are planted firmly on her hips. She has her hair tossed up in a messy bun, and is wearing the smallest set of pajamas I have ever seen—which do nothing to hide all her glorious curves.

Looks like tonight just got even better.

I watch as her cheeks pinken when her friends point out her lack of clothing. The blush that spreads across her face makes me want to see where else on her body she’ll turn that glorious color. She rolls her head back and stares at the ceiling, while a loud groan escapes her lips.

Holy fuck, that’s hot. My cock goes instantly hard in my pants as I imagine that same reaction from her while she’s in my bed.

Licking my lips, I try to pull myself out of the dirty thoughts that are spinning around inside my mind, those will have to wait until I can do something about them later. Knowing I need to act fast before this girl runs out of here and disappears, I quickly formulate a plan to get her information.

“Jenni?” I ask, drawing her attention back to me. “I just need to grab your details and we can all forget this incident ever happened.”

Her cheeks pinken even more as she crosses her arms over her chest. I’m pretty sure her actions were a way of being more modest, but all it did was push her tits up and expose her cleavage even more. Now all I can think about is taking them into my mouth. Unabashedly, I can’t help but to stare at them, and she must notice, because in an instant her nipples harden into little peaks.

Fuck, I want this girl more than I’ve ever wanted another girl in my life. I want her under me, over me, or in any way I can get her.

The clearing of a throat startles me out of my dirty thoughts.

“Oh… yes… uh… right, I just need you to sign here, here, and here.” I point to some random blank forms on my desk before pushing them aside and revealing a pack of Post-it notes. “And then write your number down on this.”

I slide the pad toward her, watching as her face crinkles in confusion.

“Oh, that’s a good one.” One of the guys from the peanut gallery chimes in.

“Wait, why do you need my number on here?” Jenni asks, ignoring their comments like I do.

“So, I can call you when I get off and take you out for breakfast before you leave town.” I tell her, loving the way she blushes. “I mean, I’m sure I could remember it from dialing it so many times. Or I could just walk down to the B & B and knock on your door, but it would be easier, and less stalkerish this way.”

She pauses, seeming to consider my request. She sends me a shy smile, pulling the pad toward her. She bows her head as she scrawls her number on it, before sliding it back across the counter.

“Let’s go.” She says to her friends as she walks toward the door leaving them behind while muttering, “you all owe me, big time.”

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