Page 174 of Skate the Line

“You said you like being tied up, right?”

Anticipation fuels me to answer. “I used to, but?—”

He interrupts me. “I know, Sunshine. He ruined that for you.” His tongue slips out of his mouth and wets his lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix what he broke.”

My body weakens, like it’s willingly handing over the power to Rhodes.

While keeping me on his lap, he leans to the side and swoops something off the floor. My mouth twitches at the blue ribbon in his hand. The same blue ribbon I had in my hair before Ellie and I threw them to the ice after his hat trick.

“Thanks for the ribbon, baby.” Any trace of humor that was on his face is long gone and replaced with something much more dangerous. “Now get up and turn around.”

Fifty

RHODES

I turn her around,too impatient to wait for her to follow my commands. I’m out of control, the adrenaline from the game still flowing through my veins in desperate search of a release.

She only makes it worse.

Or better?

I keep ahold of her wrists with one of my hands and move us over to the locker room door. I flick the lock, and as soon as the sound echoes throughout the empty space, my dick grows harder.

The showers come into view, and Sunny glances back at me.

Her sunshiny vibe is dimmed by something much hotter, and it’s enough to make me act out of character.Clearly.

There are multiple shower heads placed along the blue and black tiled area. As men, we don’t care about privacy, so there’s nothing but an open space I’m working with. We’re short on time, but with Ellie taken care of, I’m not in that much of a rush.

I drop her hands, but only for a second. Blood rushes to my fingertips with the need to touch her, kiss her, fuck her,all of it.Pulling the ribbon taut, I wrap it around her delicate wrists and pull them up above her head. I watch her the entire time, making sure she’s still with me and not revisiting an old memory that I wish I could erase from her head. Her white teeth sink into her bottom lip when she catches my eye.Oh, she’s with me alright.That flirty glint will haunt me for the rest of my life.

It takes me a few seconds to tie the ribbon into a knot around the shower head. With her arms above her head, it exposes her entire body for me to survey.

The only problem?

She isn’t naked.

I strip down into nothing but my boxers. A soft whimper falls in between us, and the things I want to do to her are worrisome.

It would take hours for me to touch her the way I want to.

We don’t have hours.

Every time we find ourselves in a compromised situation, we’re on borrowed time.

One of us is bound to put a stop to this eventually, and it won’t be me.

“Tell me to stop if you start to panic, okay?” I step close and cup her cheek. Her fluttering eyelashes tell me that she isn’t panicking. She’s the furthest thing from being afraid, and it means something to me that she trusts me to do this to her.

Why does that make me so happy?

I flick the button of her jeans through the hole and shimmy them down her smooth legs. “I wouldn’t want you to get your clothes wet,” I tease.

My heart falls to the pit of my stomach when I step back.

Holy hell.

She’s in nothing but panties and my jersey with her long chestnut waves spilling over her rising chest.

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