Woke Up In The Captain's Bed

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es of my shoes. I had slipped away from the crowded VIP booth to find my boyfriend, Bra

as Brandyn, pressing my supposed best friend, Dallas-a wealthy trust-fund socialite-against t

If I confronted them right now, a humiliated, cornered athlete might lash out or ruin my hard-earned career out

ayal, and staggered recklessly into the VIP drop-off lane. I thought I was climbing int

chest. I had clung to a stranger in the dark, seeking comfort with reckless, drunken desperation. The man had gone completely rigid for a long moment bef

ning light pierced stra

my body wouldn't move. A strange, heavy lethargy weighed down my limbs, accompan

arm. It was thick with solid muscle,

heets. Inked across the dark golden skin of that forearm was a black, hyper-detailed

oor. I turned my head an inch at a time, m

me lay K

untouchable man in the entire National Hockey League, and the absol

spent the night with my boss. The Ice Tyran

toward the side of the mattress, sliding a fraction of an

ar two inches, the

st the wall of his bare chest. His skin was burning hot, radiating the sheer physical powe

impse of his handsome, sleeping profile. His breathing was even. It was just a sub

into his embrace. We were pressed so tightly together I could fee

to peel his thumb away, his hand flipped over, his long fingers effortlessly capturing mine. He laced

tion rumbled straig

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ick with sleep, dragging low and smoky,

ntly I barely recognized it. "I... I don't know

up on an elbow. His warm breath grazed the sensitive hollow behi

blood run cold. "Last night, you were the one clinging to my n

liation stripped away my paralysis. I ripped the duvet off my

e, but I scrambled up, scanning the luxurious penthouse floor for anything to cover myself.

ass door handle across the room, my voice trembling. "Please treat it as

eeled pumps and my purse off the rug and bolted ou

head toward the mirrored walls of the elevator cab. Right beneath the collar of h

ption. Step two: get to the arena's design department

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listening to the heavy slam of the su

ixed with my cedarwood sheets. I lifted my right hand, brushing my thumb over the faint, st

d been the only one who didn't look at me like an investment on the verge of bankruptcy. She had just handed me a warm

e design firm, and watched her endure every piece of garbage tha

in my arms, the fierce, breathless tension of her trying to e

, Cori. You aren