Bombshells ๐Ÿ’ฃ Available Now

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๐™๐™๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ข๐™š๐™ฃ’๐™จ ๐™ก๐™š๐™–๐™œ๐™ช๐™š ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™๐™ค๐™ช๐™จ๐™š! ๐˜ผ๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐˜ฝ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ค๐™ ๐™ก๐™ฎ๐™ฃ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง ๐™—๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™จ๐™–๐™ข๐™š ๐™–๐™œ๐™–๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐˜ผ๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐˜ฝ๐™–๐™ฎ๐™š๐™ง ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™–๐™ขโ€ฆ

This is my last chance to ditch my playboy reputation and finally fulfill my potential. So Iโ€™ve made three rules for our biggest season yet: no boozing, no women, and no scandals.

Especially that last thing.

So who do I befriend on the very first day back at the rink? An amazing female hockey player. I want Sylvie in a way thatโ€™s more than just friendly. I crave her. But I have a championship to win, and so does she.

Then she gets her heart broken by my teammate, and I make the foolish mistake of comforting her in the best way I know how. Our night together sets off a string of sins.

Nobody can know about our affair, especially my overprotective teammate. I canโ€™t let anyone see into my greedy little heart. Not even her.

The things I want from her, and the things weโ€™ve already done? If anyone knew, thereโ€™d be bombshells.

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Long after daylight arrives, I lay stretched out in my bed, my eyes shut, fighting off the reality of morning.

My thighs ache, probably from yesterdayโ€™s workout. But Iโ€™m also deliciously sore in some places I didnโ€™t know I could be sore.

Behind my shuttered eyelids, the night isnโ€™t over yet. If I stay in this dreamlike place, I can relive each thrill that Anton gave me. Each stroke of his magic hands across my bare skin.

As first times go, I realize Iโ€™ve hit the jackpot. His obvious skill and devotion to female pleasure make me a very lucky girl.

But that wasnโ€™t last nightโ€™s biggest surprise. It wasnโ€™t just the thrills and chills. It was the heady emotional journey that we seemed to take together. His kisses tasted as hungry as mine. His touch was reverent, his words desperate.

Maybe itโ€™s all in my head. A girl can imagine a deep connection that isnโ€™t really there.

Iโ€™m a pro at that, actually.

But it felt so real. Even after the last groan and gasp had passed, Antonโ€™s kisses didnโ€™t stop. As I floated down from the extreme high of sexual pleasure, his lips continued to trace my neck, and gentle hands smoothed over my hips and down my back.

That partโ€”the aftermathโ€”was just as beautiful to me. Iโ€™d never wanted it to end.

Eventually, heโ€™d gotten up to visit my bathroom. Iโ€™d heard him running the sink and washing up. Then Iโ€™d braced myself for his departure. His team began an eight-day road trip this morning. Itโ€™s not like he had a lot of extra time to share.

But he hadnโ€™t thrown on his clothes and left. Instead, heโ€™d come back to the bed, straightening out the covers weโ€™d tossed around during our sex fest.

Then heโ€™d lifted the covers and slid in beside me.

Feeling blessed, Iโ€™d rolled to meet him in the middle, where strong arms wrapped me into the sweetest embrace.

We hadnโ€™t spoken much. Iโ€™d felt too dreamy for casual conversation. And I donโ€™t know what I would have found to say besides wow and thank you and please feel free to do that again.

My silence had also prevented me from blurting out the news that the whole experience had been a first for me. Thatโ€™s nobodyโ€™s business but mine. And Anton doesnโ€™t need the burden of dealing with my strange life choices.

I didnโ€™t want him to know, because it would have changed everything. He didnโ€™t baby me. His brand of aggressive, bossy, emotional lust was a real eye-opener.

But only metaphorically, because I refuse to open my eyes.

Although Iโ€™d already cheated once, when Iโ€™d rolled over to discover that Anton had left me a noteโ€”short and sweet and just as perfect as our night together.

Sylvieโ€”you are a sleeping beauty. There arenโ€™t words to describe last night. Except maybe โ€œWow.โ€ I will call you tonight. โ€”A.B.

And there was a smiley face. When Iโ€™d read the note, that smiley face had matched my own.

โ€œSylvie,โ€ comes Fionaโ€™s voice through the door, followed by a knock. โ€œAre you still in bed?โ€

โ€œYes. So?โ€ I cover my eyes with one arm, as if the extra barrier could prevent the day from arriving.

โ€œGet up. We have to go to brunch.โ€

I search my memory for anything related to brunch and come up empty. โ€œWhy? Shouldnโ€™t you be at work?โ€ I stretch lazily.

โ€œItโ€™s Sunday. Get up. You have twenty minutes to shower and get dressed.โ€

โ€œOr else?โ€ I do not understand the urgency.

โ€œOr else I will combust from all the questions I have for you.โ€

Uh-oh. Fiona seems to know that I wasnโ€™t alone in my bedroom last night. Maybe she heard Anton leave. But Iโ€™m not about to tell the whole team about my wild night. โ€œItโ€™s just going to be you and me at brunch, right?โ€

โ€œIf you donโ€™t get up, Iโ€™ll start inviting other people.โ€

โ€œNo!โ€ I throw off the comforter. โ€œFine. Iโ€™m getting up.โ€

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