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“You’ll always be my Baby Doll.” I dip him back for a movie kiss until we’re both breathless and hard.

He grumbles a bit when I guide him back to his seat. “You need to eat for the energy to play.”

“You’re spoiling me with nutritious home-cooked meals. I’ll have to learn to cook to return the favor.” He shoves a forkful in his mouth.

“I’ll teach you anything you want to know.” I laugh when he raises a suggestive eyebrow. “Looking ahead, I’m thinking about a career change.”

Caleb’s face falls, and his fork clinks on the plate. “You don’t want… No of course…you should do whatever you want… It would be silly for you to continue traveling with me… I’ll shut up now.”

Reaching for him, I move my chair back and tug him onto my lap. “I’m glad you feel that way.” One arm bands around his waist, and I palm his throat.

“A whiny, needy bitch does it for you?” He flushes.

“I wouldn’t put it in those terms, but those qualities pair perfectly with an old, obsessed, possessive asshole.” My thumb strokes his pulse.

Caleb leans in for a kiss and says against my lips, “You’re not an asshole.” I kiss the smile off his face until he’s moaning.

“No need to insinuate I’m old.” I pinch his ass.

He lets out an exaggerated moan. “More, old man, more.”

I squeeze his throat to steer the conversation to a serious topic. “I’ve been talking to my friend Derek. He’s starting a marketing agency for athletes. I’m interested because his focus will be on environmentally friendly brands.” Caleb’s eyes light up as I speak.

“Derek is hoping to create a platform for athletes to showcase their values by promoting things they believe in. I’m interested in expanding that idea to queer-friendly companies.” I pause because Caleb’s about to burst, trying not to interrupt me.

“That sounds incredible. Agents don’t really look into that unless you ask, and they would rather pitch companies that come to them than do a bunch of research.”

“It would require a lot of time and travel to set up. I can’t take something like this on unless you agree.” I’m holding back what I consider the best part.

“If you want to do it, I’ll support you. A happy Leo makes a happy Caleb.” He repositions himself so he’s straddling me.

“Well, Leo isn’t happy unless he’s with Caleb,” I continue in the third person, and it somehow makes it easier. “We’re starting small in the hockey market since we have contacts with agents. I’m hoping you’ll travel with me this summer to meet with businesses. At first, we’re going to target companies in citieswith NHL teams, so during the season I’ll schedule my meetings around the team you’re playing so I can be with you.” I’m frozen, waiting for his reaction.

Caleb grinds his hips on me. “You’re going to be the fucking best hockey husband ever to hockey and husband in the history of the world.” His eyes go comically wide. “I mean, if you want that, or you could just be the best hockey boyfriend.”

“If you think I’m letting you parade around the world without locking you down, you’ve miscalculated, Baby Doll.” I’m determined to give Caleb time, but I would marry him tomorrow.

“I’ll be Husband Baby Doll someday?” His arms loop around my neck, and his forehead rests on mine.

“Guaranteed.” I seal the vow with a kiss.

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Chapter 44 Bonus

Grayson and Ace (Austin)

Vegas – New Year’s Eve – Last month

Grayson

My head pounds as if someone’s shooting hockey pucks inside my brain. I try to get my bearings before I open my eyes. Memories of dancing and the countdown to midnight flash in my fuzzy brain. I’m in Vegas with the team. But…

But…there is a very hard cock pressed against my leg. I’m on my stomach, and he’s draped over my back.

His smell brings instant recognition, and instead of remembering pieces, the night floods back, overwhelming me.The best night of my life, but I’m frozen with indecision, wondering how he’ll feel.

Fucking hell—he felt incredible last night. I remember running my hands through his soft blond hair, his firm lips demanding more of mine. It’s slightly sticky under my belly, so I assume I passed out in the wet spot. His orgasm face was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Watching all his strength and power taken over by pure bliss.

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