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And I knew without a doubt this would be the most incredible off season I’d ever had.

CHAPTER 20

CONNOR

By the time Madars and I had wrung three orgasms apiece out of our systems, it was a miracle I could still stand. We’d fucked in the bed. Showered. Blown each other into oblivion. Lounged together in the en suite’s enormous bathtub. Fucked again, slowly and tenderly, until I was a breathless, trembling wreck and Madars damn near passed out.

“What time is it?” I asked as we finally emerged from the bedroom, bare feet padding quietly on the chilly marble.

“Almost seven.” He touched the small of my back and kissed my cheek. “I’d suggest going to get something to eat, but all the restaurants are closed.”

“Are they? At seven?”

“Mmhmm. They’ll reopen around eight.” He paused to stretch a crick out of his back. “The bakery is open, though. The one with the good coffee.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Good coffee, you say?”

Madars chuckled. “I take it that’s a yes.”

“Um, obviously. And I could go for a pastry. I feel like we earned it.”

He put a hand on my waist and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “We definitely earned it.”

He helped me take my suitcases and bag, which we’d left in the entryway, into the bedroom. Then we both changed into shorts and T-shirts, put on our shoes, and stepped out into the thick heat.

“Wow,” I said as we headed down the porch steps to the front gate. “The heat here is intense.”

“It gets even hotter.” He opened the gate. “There’s a reason siesta exists—it’s the hottest time of the day, so everyone goes inside to cool off.”

“Smart people. Because holy shit… it’s hot.”

He laughed as we continued out onto the tree-lined sidewalk. “Whenever my friend and I skate while we’re here, we’re tempted to just lie down on the ice for a little while.”

“I can see that. When do we meet up with him, anyway?”

“He and his wife get in on Monday, and we’ve got the rink on Tuesday and Thursday mornings while we’re here.”

I nodded. “And you said the villa has a home gym?”

“It does. I’d rather have more ice time to stay conditioned, but there will be enough time to work up to game condition before the preseason.”

“True. You’re still supposed to be babying your knee a little, aren’t you?”

“Pfft.” He waved his hand. “The only reason I didn’t get back to playing was the season ended before I was cleared. If the season were happening right now? The doctors would let me play.”

I whistled. “Wow. You did bounce back.”

Madars half-shrugged. “The tear wasn’t as bad as they thought, and I didn’t have as many setbacks with the surgery this time.” He shuddered. “Last time, I had two infections that were fucking miserable and cost me weeks.”

Grimacing, I shuddered too. “None of that this time?”

He shook his head. “Nope. Clean bill of health. Full recovery.”

“Good.” I grinned at him. “I need your knee in working order.”

He returned the grin. Fuck, if I wasn’t already completely wrung out, I’d have suggested going back to the villa and going another round.

Not tonight, though. My dick and ass were both done for now.