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She drew back enough to catch my gaze. “I would never ask you to stop doing what you love,” she said. “You wouldn’t ask me to stop cooking, would you?”

I shook my head. “Never.”

“Then we’re the same.”

“I’m so damn lucky,” I said, trailing my nose along the line of her jaw.

“So am I,” she said on a sigh, arching into me.

The motion drew a growl from my chest, and I claimed her mouth, hard and hungry.

“Nine,” I said against her lips, my hands palming her bare ass underneath the robe. “You’re killing me.”

She laughed, a sweet sinful sound that promised more glorious torture. “I thought you’d like the new robe,” she said. “Much better than the cotton one that was starting to wear me.”

I chuckled, kissing the edge of her neck. “You look sexy in anything,” I said.

“But this one,” she said, reaching between us and freeing my dick from the split in my pajama pants. “Feels better.” She rubbed the tip against the rich silk covering her warm pussy, and I gripped her ass harder. “Right?”

“Mmmhmm,” I said, unable to form a coherent response as she fisted me with lazy strokes. She moved and pressed me right where she wanted me, that damn warm silk creating this crazy combination that focused my awareness on one thing and one thing only.

Palming her ass, I hefted her against me. She locked her ankles around my back, her robe bunching around her hips, leaving her open and exposed to me.

Gently, I laid her back on the sectional, knowing we weren’t going to make it to one of the guestrooms. I knelt between her legs, hooking my hands under her knees and dipping my head.

“Oh!” She jolted when I gave her seam one long, hot lap.

“You’re delicious,” I said, the vibrations from my words making her shudder. “And you’re mine.”

She moaned in response, arching into my mouth as I licked and sucked and swirled until her gasps became a scream I had to cover with one hand. She trembled against me, her orgasm ripping through her in the most beautiful way.

When her body relaxed, I peeled my hand from her lips and settled myself between her thighs. She still pulsed as I slid into her, hot and tight and wet.

“Damn,” I hissed as I seated myself to the hilt.

She wrapped her legs around me, arching, rolling those hips until I did what she silently demanded.

Flipped us over, to where I was on my back, and she was looking down at me from above.

My fierce woman.

Loved torturing me.

Slowly, agonizingly, she lifted herself until the tip of my cock threatened to slide out.

Then she slammed herself downward, the shock from the sensation sending heat waves of pleasure rolling across my skin.

I reached up, cupping her breasts in my hands, lightly tracing my thumbs over her pert nipples. She arched her head back as she rode me. Her hands roaming over her own body, then lower, to my chest, my neck, anything she could sink her claws too as I pumped her from underneath.

“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned, falling forward so that our chests touched.

I gripped her hips, guiding her, keeping pace with how fast and hard she wanted it. Each thrust drawing me closer to my own release. The sight of her, lust-starved and greedy on top of me, pushing me to the brink.

She fisted my hair, jerking it hard enough to bring my mouth to hers. Her tongue swiping in, the flavor of her still in my mouth making her moan even more.

“Fuck,” I hissed against her lips as she pushed harder, faster.

“Yes, Warren,” she said. “Fucking hell, yes.”

“Damn your dirty mouth, woman,” I growled, my release soaring through me as I felt her clench around my dick. Another orgasm shaking her body over mine.

I swallowed her moans, kissing her as we came together, my pumps slowing, bringing us down gently.

She loosened her grip on my hair, drawing back when we’d caught our breath.

“I love you,” she said, all slick and hot on top of me.

“I fucking love you,” I said, smirking.

“You want to go play in a bed now?” She asked, rocking back and forth just enough to make me hiss.

“Hell. Yes.” I loved how insatiable she was, how much it matched my own craving for her.

“Then let’s go,” she said, shifting to stand, gathering the robe that had fallen open around her.

I hopped off the couch, prepared to strip her of that silk so I could watch her walk naked to one of the guestrooms we’d been using over our own. I reached for the silk at her shoulder, but a loud wail stopped me midway.

I dropped my hand, laughing as Jeannine shook her head. “The girl knows,” she said. “I swear she knows.”

“I’ll get her,” I said. “You get that sweet ass in bed,” I ordered.

“But it’s my turn,” she argued. “And you have practice tomorrow.”

I shrugged. “Which means I won’t get to see her or you as much as usual,” I said. “I have to get my time in where I can.”

“You are everything,” she said. “You don’t have anything to make up for.”

“It’s not about that,” I whispered, as she followed me toward our bedroom. “It’s about me loving my girls.”

She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing as she smiled.

“Now,” I said, my hand on our door. I pointed my free hand at the guest bedroom down the hall. “Get that gorgeous ass in there.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, hurrying down the hall. I watched her beautiful long legs all the way until she turned into the room.

Blinking out of my love-filled-haze, I walked into our room, scooping Katherine up and cradling her against my chest. A few bounces and a whispered I love you and she was easily drifting back to sleep.

I didn’t put her down right away though.

I held her, gazing at the way she looked like her mother, but had my dark hair. The perfect split between two souls.

“I love you,” I whispered. “More than you’ll ever know. And I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing you and your mother just how much I do.”

Something thick tightened in my throat as I laid her back down, the same thing that seemed to want to burst from my chest.

I never knew happiness like this existed.

Before, hockey had been my one and only love.

And it wasn’t until I collided with Nine that I realized how empty hockey was without them by my side.

Now that they were mine?

I could finally start living.

The End

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Acknowledgments

Thank you to my incredible husband and my awesome kids without which I would live a super boring life!


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