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Noah LeCavalier. Golden retriever. Goalie.
Montreal Triumph Hockey. These #hockeyboys don't always play by the rules...
Nothing is better than a little tease...
Quinn
Meredith was right. Getting under a #hockeyboy to get over a cheating fiance works wonders, I thought as I stretched, my body deliciously sore from Noah’s, ahem, attentions, the night before.
Multiple attentions. Along with multiple orgasms.
If I’d known how our blind date would’ve turned out, I probably wouldn’t have protested so loudly. In my defense, I’d never been to a book club quite like the one she dragged me to that night. Wine, spicy books, and three ladies determined to play book boyfriend matchmaker.
The pillow still held his scent and the warmth from his body was just beginning to cool. The bedsheets were rumpled and twisted, but someone had thrown a soft blanket over me.
Goalies were a different breed, and Noah towed the line between a little goofy and incredibly sexy when he turned it on. And oh, my God, how he had turned it on. My toes curled a little at the memory of his tongue on my body. Cover tossed aside, I surveyed the room until I found a hoodie on a chair in the corner. The pool house was far enough from the main house to give some privacy, but…since the not quite so sweet and innocent matchmaker lived there, I didn’t want to have my naked body accidentally giving her a heart attack.
Though, I had a feeling the very spry grandmother possessed second sight from the way she winked at us at the ax throwing place the night before…but she didn’t need to see me sneaking around naked.
I pulled the hoodie over my head, and sighed because it, too, smelled as delicious as the pillow.
All Noah. I padded down the short hallway, and peaked around the corner.
Only to see Nah. Shirtless. A hat backwards on his head. Boxers. Abs and arm porn and everything straight out of a romance novel, but even better.
Making breakfast and singing along to Taylor Swift.
And then he looked up, and caught me staring at him. A grin slowly spread across his face, the scruff that made my inner thighs clench while his tongue traced a dirty poem on my body sexy in the morning light.
Holy hockey boy…Noah was making me breakfast. After giving me a legs shaking, tummy fluttering, body sore in all the right places night of orgasm after orgasm.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
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