Page 62 of Power Play

“Tell me,” she urges, her heels slipping up my calves. I’m still firmly planted inside her, and the motion jerks my hips and we both lose concentration for a moment.

But I won’t be distracted, not for this.

“NHL Goalie Duke Harrison Steps Down from Professional Hockey After Last Stanley Cup Win. He Plans To Spend His Life With the Woman of His Dreams and His Little Girl, Who Has Not Been Born Yet.”

Tears seep out of Charlie’s eyes. Laughter, I think. Her chest bounces up and down like she’s trying to contain her mirth. “Son,” she corrects me. “We’re having a son, I just know it.”

“Really, woman?” I snake my hands around her wrists and hike her arms up above her head. “That’s all you have to say?”

“No,” she murmurs, lifting her hips up to meet mine. I grow hard inside her immediately, proving that age really has nothing to do with anything when you’ve got the woman of your dreams by your side. “I guess if this is your last season, we’redefinitelygoing to have to fulfill that fantasy by fucking next to the Cup.”

I stare down at her face, absorbing every detail that I know as well as my own. “No fucking—making love. Nothing less for Mrs. Harrison.”

The sound of her married name tilts her lips into a sexy grin. “Okay, then, Mr. Harrison. I expect to be fully ravished.”

I answer her grin with one of my own. “One ravishing on the way.”

And then I pick up my wife and place her beside the Cup, and proceed to ravish her the way only a husband can.

Thoroughly.