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My eyes widen, realizing that was his plan all along. I smack his arm and storm off toward the door. “You’re a jerk.”

“Juniper!” he calls after me. He grabs me by the hips, his hard-on poking me from behind as he presses himself tight against me. He slides one hand up to my hair, fisting it and tugging it to the side, his lips and breath teasing my neck. “Don’t be mad at me.”

He gently sucks my pulse point, and the throbbing down below intensifies.

I moan and my hand reaches out for the door handle, gripping it tightly. But his lips are working their magic, and I hate that he can make me feel things for him when this is entirely supposed to be fake. “What are you doing?” I ask, trying to break the spell between us.

“Making you feel good,” he whispers against my neck, and I’m certain he’s going to leave a hickey if he keeps it up.

“No one is watching,” I murmur, trying to clear my sex-fogged brain.

“No, but when we go downstairs, you’ll look flushed and I’ve got your lipstick smeared all over my mouth.” He’s beaming, and I pull back, yank open the door, and let him try to keep up.

Is that all this is, a game to him?

He grabs my hand, but it’s the look with one eyebrow raised warning me to play along.

I squeeze his hand, a little too tightly, trying to cause him a little discomfort, but he doesn’t even flinch.

Damn him!

Twenty-One

Myles

The anger simmering off Juniper is sexy as fuck. I bite my tongue to keep from smiling as I head down the stairs with her. She has one hell of a death grip on my hand, and it kills my hard-on, which at least will make it easier spending time with all the guys.

Another death glare she shoots my way, and I merely shrug, acting as though I don’t know what she’s upset about.

There’s a slight red tinge on her neck, a hickey forming, and I’m proud that I’m the one who put it there. Not to mention her lipstick is smeared, and I’m guessing there’s a bit of it on me.

At least I hope so.

I want the guys to know what we’ve been doing; it’ll help sell our relationship. I need the guys to snap a few photos of us, without it looking like we’re desperate for attention.

“Come here,” I whisper, loud enough that anyone nearby can overhear as I pull her against me, my lips teasing hers with a sultry kiss, and it takes no time at all for the desire to flood through me.

One kiss leads to two, and I have half a mind to carry her upstairs caveman style and have my way with her on our bed.

Yeah, tonight is going to be interesting.

Someone clears their throat, definitely a man, probably one of my teammates. I don’t want to break apart from Juniper’s sweet, tasty lips. I swear she put cherry lip gloss on top of the lipstick because I can taste and smell the heavenly treat on her, which is now on me.

“Don’t forget to come up for air,” Reid jokes and smacks me on the back. “Everyone is that way,” he says, pointing in the direction where we were heading.

Juniper’s cheeks are red, and I can’t discern if it’s from kissing me or the two of us getting caught. “Come on,” she says, blushing as we head together inside with everyone.

There is music playing lightly in the background. The lights aren’t overly bright, with white Christmas lights strewn up along the window frames. A bunch of the guys from the team are seated around the living room, a beer in hand, making themselves right at home.

“Can I get you both something to drink?” Kyler offers, glancing at Juniper first, and then me. I can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy in my chest, the way he pays attention to her. It’s like the tip of a knife piercing into my heart, waiting for someone to twist it.

“Sure,” Juniper says and glances around. “What do you have?”

“Full bar. We can make anything. My wife, Emerson, is in the kitchen prepping the drinks and snacks. You’re welcome to join her or just let me know what you’d like, and I can have her make you a drink.”

Juniper’s eyes light up. “Can you show me into the kitchen?”

Is she thrilled to get away from me or to find someone else who isn’t into hockey to hang out with? The guys, everyone from the team, is in the living room chilling and having beers. There aren’t any other girlfriends or wives, from what I’ve seen, but maybe they’re also in the kitchen?