But that smile was as temporary as Kazimir’s lighthearted mood. There might’ve been no puck, stick, or rink in sight, but we were a hair away from an epic hockey fight between a man who led his team as Captain to Olympic gold and the notorious brat on ice. It was a showdown between ex-stepdad and ex-stepson as both were vying for the attention of… the same woman. Kazimir came out on top from this near fight as a protective boyfriend defending his girl’s honor. Chett Frostburg, on the other hand, collected two new nicknames. Predator and abusive asshole.
Our sources have it on good authority that said woman is the same petite blonde Kazimir defended at Grazie Mille. We didn’t recognize her at first because the Cinderella transformation left us jaw-dropped, but it’s her. I don’t know about you, but this is starting to read like a forbidden romance. Stay tuned.
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Chapter 24
Tempting little Goldilocks
Kazimir
Iopen my eyes when the body wrapped around mine moves.
I look down at Harley.
Her blonde hair is splayed across my chest.
I brush it off her face, and she lets out a little sleepy sound.
She lifts her leg, and I grimace.
Careful with the family jewels, sweetheart.
As I lie there, staring at the ceiling, I can only focus on the warmth from her body seeping into mine. With every breath she takes, her breasts press into my chest.
Fuck.
I place a hand around my morning wood and stifle a groan.
I haven’t had sex in months and since bumping into Harley again, I haven’t even jerked off for fear the only face I’d see in my wet dreams would be hers. Since she became my roommate, I’ve been so paranoid to hide how much I fucking want her, I haven’t wrapped my fist around my cock in days. Now, I’m dying.
Harley rubs her nose against my chest.
The sensation sends a flurry of tingles down to my balls.
She slips a small hand underneath my t-shirt, and I go crossed eyed.
She’s killing me.
If I don’t get out of this bed, I’m going to have to wake her up to fuck her to relieve me of this misery.
There’s only so much I can take.
Harley lifts her head off my chest and drops her body on the mattress before turning her back to me.
God answered my prayer.
I push myself up to sit, frowning.
That near kiss had nothing to do with practicing.
I wanted my mouth on hers.
Had it happened, things would be awkward between us.
A disastrous situation if we are to live in harmony as roommates.
A. Monte Cristo saved me from crossing a line I have no fucking business crossing.
