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“Oh...” I gripped him hard and felt the wave wash through me, less intense this time, but still overwhelming.
CHAPTER18
SLY
DEATH BY SMOOSH
As I rose from the depths of a crazy dream where Mizzoni was singing opera while Gillespie and Simpson skated around the rink with Rock on their shoulders in a tiara, I took stock.
“Morning,” Clara said watching me from where she lay curled up just inches from me.
We were in my bed, curled up facing one another like little kids at a sleepover. It was a lot different from the way we’d spent most of the night, tangled together, lost in each other’s bodies and breaths. I pushed a lock of glimmering hair off Clara’s forehead, my heart surging at the way she looked with her fist pushed up under her chin, those blue eyes staring into mine.
“Good morning,” I said, and felt the lazy grin slide across my face.
Clara just smiled at me, and I wished I could see what she was thinking, but I was a tiny bit afraid to ask. Had I been snoring? Did I fart? Why was she smiling at me like that?
“I never get to sleep in,” she said, her dark eyelashes lowering and rising again like lush little fans. “This is so nice.”
“So are you using me for my quiet bedroom?”
“Among other things,” she said, her voice lowering into a sexy purr.
I reached a hand out, dropping it onto the curve of her hip and tugging her closer so our noses were just inches apart. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, the air conditioning in here is pretty good too.”
I frowned at her.
“And these sheets are nice. What’s the thread count, four kajillion?”
I grunted a warning.
“I like this pillow too. Very supportive.”
I pounced, pulling her close as I rolled on top of her, trapping her beneath me as she squealed and laughed.
“Be nice or I will smoosh you.”
“Do not smoosh me. You’re enormous. I’ll die in seconds.”
“Then you might want to rethink all the things you’re using me for.” I lowered my weight a fraction and she squealed again.
“Fine! I’m using you for your humongous cock and your magical fingers, and that thing you do with your tongue!”
“Better.” I rolled to the side and pulled her on top of me.
“And to get closer to the Wilcox Wombats, of course. Now I’ve got all the juicy details. Who knew your goalie was such a clean freak?”
I laughed. “Mizzoni? He’s just a little grumpy.”
“You have a grumpy goalie. That sounds like a good title for a book!” She giggled, and I leaned in close to kiss her.
“You don’t even know when hockey season is,” I pointed out. “You don’t care about getting the inside scoop on the team.”
“I only care about one hockey player,” she said, and my heart beat a little faster. I kissed her again.
“Want to take advantage of me some more? I don’t have anywhere to be today...”
