Page 51 of Three Hockey Hotties

It’s more effective even than Kane’s easy grin.

My inner thighs feel hot.

My nipples are tight.

My mind goes blank.

“Can I help you with anything?” he asks. “I’m happy to be of service.”

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and rubs his jaw.

I have a sudden image of what he could do with that tongue…

“That’s so generous of you,” Karina beams. “What a great crop of players the Mutts have this year.”

Dash rips his gaze away from me and focuses on my boss. “I can sign autographs or anything else you need.”

Then he nods his head and scoots past me. “See you at home,” he murmurs so close to my ear only I can hear.

Or at least I hope like hell only I can hear.

“You have a lot to tell us over drinks soon,” Rosie says quietly.

Okay, oops, I guess I wasn’t the only one, but at least Karina doesn’t seem to have overheard Dash. I give Rosie what is probably a sheepish smile.

“Did you say Legal was coming out to talk to us?” Karina asks Patsy.

“Yes, I believe this is the team attorney now. Benjamin Clark.”

Yanking my eyes off of Dash’s muscular and bulky frame as he skates away, I turn and see that Benjamin is striding toward us on the ice.

Almost losing my balance, I reach out and grab the wall. Why are we even doing this on the ice? I’d much prefer solid footing.

I saw him just this morning dressed in this blue suit for work, but it still stuns me how commanding and professional he looks. He reaches up and straightens his tie before holding his hand out to Karina.

They exchange pleasantries and he looks at something Patsy has on her phone. Thomas has joined the conversation. There are words being exchanged but I don’t hear any of them.

I just concentrate on clinging to the wall and staying upright.

While glancing over to Dash and Kane multiple times.

Eventually, everyone exits the ice and starts down the ramp to the exterior hallway. No one notices me or asks me if I’m coming.

Except for Benjamin.

As I’m inching along the wall, feet still unsteady, he approaches me. “You okay?” he asks. “This is all a lot, isn’t it?”

I nod. “It is, but I’m okay. I’m just…thinking.”

When we reach the concrete, Benjamin holds his hand out to help me off the ice.

His grip is warm, firm. A little jolt of sexual tension sparks between us.

I look up at his warm brown eyes and remember that kiss last night.

How natural it felt.

“Abby, have those waivers been sent to the Mutts?” Karina asks. “That should have been done this morning.”