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“Sure, baby,” he whispers, sending thrills through me at the way he calls mebaby.
I move the oil down over his arms, then turn him so I can work on his back. “Okay,” I say, giving him a push to give me space. “You’re done,” he goes out to the spotlight once again and turns to face me.
“How good is your aim with that puck?” I ask.
He raises a brow but doesn’t respond. Instead, he simply turns toward the open barrier gate, shoots the puck, and slams it right into the side of the metal trash can. “Okay, so you’re pretty good.”
He stands silently with a smug, proud expression.
“So, you need to shoot the puck so it comes flying past my face, by a few inches maybe . . . but I swear to God, if you miss . . .”
“I won’t miss,” he promises, focusing on me. “Just tell me when you’re ready.”
I slide back down to my stomach, feeling my hard nipples rub against the damp material of my bra and shirt, and hope that it isn’t too obvious that Miller can see. I get into position and adjust my camera. “Okay, I’m good.”
Miller rears back and shoots, and just as expected, the puck sails past my face with a whoosh of air. I do my best not to flinch and take as many shots as possible before pulling the camera away, immediately bringing up the pictures.
Yep. They’re awesome.
“Cool, I got it,” I smile, coming up onto my knees. Thank fuck I don’t have to do that again.
Miller and Tank come over to help us off the ice. “Who else have you got left to do?” Miller asks as he places me back down on the ground.
“Just you,” I say.
He gives me a knowing smile then turns to Tank. “Dani’s finished with the guys. Could you send them home?” he asks. Tank grunts and leads Sophie down toward the locker room, while Miller takes my hand and leads me to the weight room.
He closes the door behind him as we walk deeper into the room. He heads over to the weights then turns back to me. “What do you want?” he asks, sitting down and taking his skates off, and I realize I don’t know if he’s talking about the picture or our situation.
“I don’t know,” I tell him honestly. “Why don’t you try a few things and we’ll figure out what works,” I say, the double meaning clear in my tone.
“Pants or no pants?” he asks, getting up and standing before me with his eyes sparkling in excitement.
“Up to you.”
Miller’s hand slowly reaches for the button on his jeans, and with practiced moves, he flicks it open. His eyes rest heavily on mine as I raise my camera and begin shooting. He lowers the zipper and his jeans gently fall to the ground. Revealing his perfect, naked body.
Fuck. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
He turns away and leans over to pick up one of the larger dumbbells, giving me the perfect view of his toned ass. My camera gets a workout as I take shot after shot of his movements. “My ass better not end up in that calendar,” he warns. “Those pictures are just for you.”
He takes a seat on the bench, leaning forward just enough to cover himself, and begins to curl the weight.
Fuuuuuck.
My mouth waters, and I need to mentally slap myself to remember to lift the camera and take the shots. His impressive biceps bulge as he continues his set before switching hands. Because obviously, not working the other side would be criminal.
Miller places the weight down on the ground beside him. “Come show me that,” he says, indicating the camera. I step up to him and hold out the camera.
Miller goes to grab it, but instead, he grips my arm and tugs me into him. As I fall into his arms, he takes my camera and places it on the ground beside us before adjusting me so that I straddle his lap.
I feel him grow beneath me, and I know I don’t have the strength to resist him any longer.
Miller Cain: 1
Me: 0
Chapter 8
