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Learn to play the game.
Knights of ice and Masters in the bedroom, The Dartmouth Cobras struggle to save their franchise while losing their hearts to the only women who can handle how hard and fast they live. Between corrupt owners, pressure from fans and the media, and desires beyond the norm, they have to fight to make their mark as a hockey team. All the men share a common goal. Giving their all on the ice. And in love.
GAME MISCONDUCT (The Dartmouth Cobras #1)
DEFENSIVE ZONE (The Dartmouth Cobras #2)
BREAKAWAY (The Dartmouth Cobras #3)
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Excerpt from Game Misconduct
Grinning, Sloan bent down to lick a drop of beer from her bottom lip. "Does that mean you're coming back?"
Rather than answer, she set the beer on the bar and gave him a little nudge. Before he could get out of her way, she eased off the stool and let her body glide down his. He groaned when she wiggled her hips.
"I'll think about it."
He flipped up the bottom of the jersey and dug his fingers into her ass. "You keep that up and I won't wait."
"You can't do anything here." She hiked her chin up, shoveling defiance over rampant desire. This guy was way too cocky. Time to bring him down a notch. "Save your threats, Mr. Callahan. I'm not scared of you."
Tim cleared his throat. "Just a suggestion, Oriana, and then I'm out of here." He laughed when she tried to twist away from Sloan. "Taunting your Dom is a bad idea. Especially when he's a sadist."
Oriana gulped when Tim walked away. She suddenly realized Max had released her hand and stepped away from her to finish his drink.
Leaving her alone to deal with Sloan.
"I was joking." She pressed her hands against Sloan's chest and gave him the most innocent look she could muster. I'll be good. I promise. "You're not going to hurt me, are you?"
His answering smile didn't bode well. "Oh, I'll hurt you," he said. "But not here. And not tonight." He picked her up and dropped her on the stool. "Finish your beer."
"But—" She shut her mouth when his eyes narrowed. Okay, maybe she was a little scared of him. The rush of adrenaline in her veins made her skin cold. With a shaky hand, she brought her beer to her lips.
Sloan placed his hands on her upper thigh and framed his thumbs along the rim of her panties. She choked on a mouthful of beer as her clit throbbed.
Max's presence behind her made her insides clench with need. He patted her back. "Breathe, darlin'."
She gasped and tried to close her thighs. Solid hips worked between her knees. Hands clamped just above them.
A little whine escaped her as she realized whose hands held her open. "Max . . . ."
Sloan's thumbs stroked her pussy.
"Oh!" She covered her mouth with her hand and shook her head. "You can't—"
"But I am." Sloan nibbled along the side of her throat as his fingers slipped into her panties. "And you want me to. You're so wet, babe. Be honest, you'd let me fuck you now if I wanted to."
Yes! Oh god yes! She shifted her hips forward and pressed her face against his chest to stifle her moans as one thick finger penetrated her. Part of her mind objected to letting him do this, here, where anyone could see. Reason made her say the words out loud. "We'll get caught."
"That's part of the thrill." Sloan strained to fill her with another finger even as he picked up his beer. If anyone was looking, they'd assume he was having an intimate conversation, his face betrayed nothing more. "Would you like another drink?"
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