Page 51 of Slap Shot Scandal
In this moment, I give into Weston Steele. Wave the white flag and surrender.
Bye-bye, perfect Coach Hayes’s daughter.
I’m so fucked.
CHAPTER 13
WESTON
Harbor tastes like vanilla and sunshine. I know I shouldn’t be kissing her—it’s a terrible fucking idea. But now that I’ve broken through that barrier, I can’t stop.
Don’t want to stop.
She’s a magnetic forcefield drawing me in, invisible beams of desire pulling me toward her.
I need to touch her, taste her.
Make her fucking mine.
Sliding into her mouth, I swirl my tongue around and get lost in the moment. I’m done fighting my instincts. My self-control’s shattered and there’s no going back.
Her body melts into mine, our breathing ragged as we finally give into temptation. I palm her firm ass and she sways a little, off-balance.
She’s not the only one.
I’ve been off-balance from the moment we met.
I’ve tried to fight this—fight her—but it’s useless. I’m losing this battle. And I don’t even care.
Her arms wrap around my neck and I breathe her in. Her shampoo mixes with the floral scent of her perfume and I’m a fucking goner. I’m gonna have an instant boner the next time I catch a whiff of rose petals.
Every muscle in my body’s tense and needy, my dick throbbing in my pants.
I want this woman.
More than I’ve ever wanted anyone, and that thought freaks me the fuck out. But now’s not the time to reflect on anything other than what’s happening right now.
A tiny moan slips from low in Harbor’s throat, and I know this thing’s not one-sided. She feels it too.
“Whoa. Sorry to interrupt the strategy meeting.” Bennett’s voice barrels through the empty locker room.
Harbor stiffens in my arms and shoves away with a force that knocks me backward.
“I…I’m…I have to go.” Red-faced, she spins on her heels and jets out of the locker room before I can say a word.
I glower at a smug-as-fuck Bennett leaning against a locker.
“Nice one, bro. Didn’t think we’d be circling back here so soon.” Bennett raises a brow, smirking. “Can’t blame you, though. She’s hot.”
I blow out a long, steady breath, aggravation brewing in my gut. “Fuck off, Bennett. Anyone ever tell you your timing’s fucking terrible?”
“Nah. Haven’t heard any complaints.” He folds his brawny arms over his stomach.
“Well, now you fucking have.” I rake a hand through my hair, my mind spinning.
The last thing I need is anyone else finding out about this. I don’t even know whatthisis. And I don’t wantHarbor to lose her credibility—or even worse, her job. Not when she’s already fighting to prove herself as the daughter of the great Coach Hayes. The hockey world will be watching and waiting for any slip-up, any chance to scream about nepotism hires. Plus, the team needs a strong start here, and she’s already proven herself to be the best person for the job.
“Listen—please keep what you just saw to yourself.” I raise my eyes to his in a level gaze, stopping just short of pleading. “I don’t want the guys questioning Harbor and the rebrand. This move is tough enough. We don’t need more complications.”
