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That naughty grin spread across his face. “Oh, I don’t think so.”

“Please?” I begged, putting on a playful pout. We both knew it was all for play, and I was begging him to torment me.

He kissed his way down my body, making a slow descent as he savored every inch of my skin, and I couldn’t stop him. I couldn’t push his head down so he'd eat me out or grab him and make him get inside me faster. I was a horny mess, and he wasn’t letting me have him.

I fucking loved it.

I loved that he was being a tease by slowly circling my nipple with the tip of his tongue and then doing it to the other one. He danced his fingers down between my legs, but he stroked my thighs instead of going where I wanted him to.

I tried to arch my hips up to meet his fingers, and he nipped at my thigh. “If you’re not a good girl, I’m gonna end up having to get you ankle restraints too.”

Well, I wasn’t going to say it, but I wanted to try that out eventually.

He pressed a thumb against my clit and plunged his thick fingers inside my entrance. “You want to be a good girl, right, sweet pea?”

“Y-yyes,” I moaned out as his fingers stroked me deep, finding my g-spot and setting me off.

His voice was like honey. “That’s a good girl. Come for me.”

Matt taking charge in the bedroom was a surprise. He was so mild-mannered and gentlemanly that watching him transform into this growly tormentor made play all the better. It made me obey his every word.

He barely gave me time to recover until he was sliding inside me, and then the pleasure coursed through me again.

He took me hard, pressing me into the mattress as I was bound and laid out for him. I couldn’t dig my nails down his back or hold onto him, but the inability to touch him made it hotter. It made me cry out harder.

He didn’t stop until I came at least two more times until I was begging him for that final release. Then he roared out his own climax in that beautiful guttural sound I loved.

He pulled out and took care of the condom. Then he came back to the bed and untied me. He cradled me in his arms as he kissed my wrists one by one. I giggled at the sensation. He hadn’t hurt me with the restraints, and he had been so good at making me comfortable. I loved the care he gave me afterward.

He cupped my face. “You okay?”

“So okay,” I breathed out.

We lay together for a little while, cuddling in my too-small dorm bed, as we basked in the afterglow. In that moment, I knew I was in big trouble. I had fallen hard for Matt Callahan, but it was far too early to express those words. So I just kissed him instead.

Chapter Twenty-Two

MATT

This game was getting chippy.

We were tired from back-to-back games on the road, and New York was fighting hard tonight. Especially Chester. He was getting in Noah’s head so much he fucked up on the face-off in his last shift, and that was unlike him.

If Chester knew I was dating Maddie, he’d probably be going after me. He didn’t expect it when I got away with slashing him. I told Maddie I wouldn’t go after him, but this guy sucked. Fuck him for making her feel bad about herself. She had no reason to be ashamed of anything.

“What’s Chester's problem with Kennedy?” Benny asked.

I chewed on my mouthguard. It wasn’t my place to tell him what happened to Maddie.

“I’ve never seen him like that,” he said, confusion marking his face.

“He’s Maddie’s ex,” I muttered.

“Oooh. That’s why you keep going after him.”

“Fuck that guy.”

He couldn’t press me on that because the arena started getting loud, and I looked back on the ice and saw Noah had dropped his gloves.