I walked down the tunnel with fans hanging overhead, screaming my name.
I reached up and slapped hands with as many people as I could.
When I got near the locker room, I heard a quick whistle to my left.
I looked and saw Madison standing there.
She stepped back, her camera draped around her right shoulder, the strap perfectly placed between her perfect breasts.
Nothing but teasing and temptation coming from her as she lifted her left index finger and curled it.
She also lifted her left eyebrow.
I had no problem going after her.
I wasn’t sure I worried as much as she did about being caught.
Maybe I was.
Or, fuck, maybe I was in love…
As I approached her, she moved down another hallway and stopped after just a few steps.
When I finally got my hands on her…
She grabbed my jersey and pulled at me.
I leaned down even more than I normally had to because of my skates.
We greeted each other with the same kiss.
Lips, tongues, and more feelings than either one of us would ever admit to feeling.
“How was that, sweetie?” I asked.
“The kiss? Or the game?”
“Both.”
“You know which one I liked better,” Madison said.
She pulled at me again.
We kissed again.
It was…hot.
Making out in secrecy in a hallway.
Her hands clawing at my jersey and then at my neck.
Her fingers sliding against my sweaty skin.
She groaned into my mouth and pulled away.
“I want you, Mav,” she purred.
“Wait here for me then,” I said. “Let me see the guys and shower.”