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"I think it’s time to go," Chase says. "As much as I appreciate you defending my honour, I think we’ve provided enough entertainment for one night."

And that’s when I notice all the phones pointed in our direction.Oh fuck. At the centre of it all, Cassidy Tippett’s bright white smile is directed right at me. She gives me a thumbs up and mouths the wordsthank you, before snapping more photos and walking away.

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Sucker Punch

Lily

The BUZZ By Cassidy Tippett

Let Them Eat Cake: Northmen Fundraisers Just Keep Getting 'Wilder'

It looked like a scene from aYellowstonebar brawl at the Northmen's Scare Hunger Away Halloween fundraiser. Players, friends, families, and donors all enjoyed a fright-filled night at Casa Loma after Toronto's very own Blue and White Bachelorette decided she wanted to throw down in a catfight.

Perhaps Toronto's sweetheart was getting a little too into character with her beau, as the couple dressed to impress as Rip and Beth from the hit TV showYellowstone.

Just who dug their claws into Ms. Valentine, you might ask? It was none other than the queen cougar herself, Anna Munro, who was, unsurprisingly, dressed as a Playboy Bunny.

In case you didn't know, the scandalous Ms. Munro is the former billet mom of Chase Wilder, with whom he shared a brief affair. At the time, the then teenaged Wilder was also dating Ms. Munro's daughter. And if you think this sounds like something off a daytime talk show, you'd be right.

It's unclear what started the spat between Ms. Valentine and Ms. Munro, but one can assume whatever prompted the Beth wannabe to dump a bowl of punch over her nemesis’ head definitely revolved around the man on her arm.

It certainly makes one wonder if there isn't more to the story between Anna Munro and Chase Wilder. But if there's one thing this author knows for sure, it's that by hook or by crook, the truth will come out.

I wake up to a very hot, very naked body beside mine. Chase is still asleep beside me in my bed, and I take a moment to just stare at him. I know watching someone while they sleep is creepy and stalkerish, but I can't help myself. He's completely relaxed, his mouth slightly open, and the stubble on his jaw just a little darker than last night.

God, last night. I can't believe I went all Beth Dutton on Anna Munro's ass. No doubt, tongues will be wagging. Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it now, and I am sure Holly and Avery are already putting a spin on the entire event. The only thing I need to worry about is tonight. It's officially November, and the team is playing the Las Vegas Aces, which meansThe Blue and White Bacheloretteis finally coming to an end. I posted my last blog, and all that's left to do is hand over some cheques and officially take Chase off the market.

I glance over at his sleeping form again. After he took me home last night, I invited him upstairs. Riley was still at the party, and I wasn’t going to waste a night of having the entire apartment to ourselves. I want so badly for Chase to be completely comfortable with me. I want to experience everything with him, and I want him to trust me with his body. I hope his aversion to me touching him and his need to take control will fade with time. Last night, we attempted some cowgirl action, but Chase wasn't into it. He immediately tensed with me on top. So, I pulled a Missy Elliot—flipped and reversed it—and tried reverse cowgirl. While he seemed a little more relaxed in that position, it still wasn't great for him.

We ended up fucking in the shower against the cool shower tiles and then again with him pounding into me from behind. Don't get me wrong. It was fabulous, and I'm not complaining about the orgasms, but the trauma Chase went through is sitting on his chest and suffocating him. He needs to talk to someone with the skill set to help him work through it. As much as I wish that person was me, I know it's not.

My eyes wander over to the windows. The sky is just starting to lighten with early morning light. We should probably get up soon and get ready to head to the rink. There's an optional morning skate for the team, and then Sam and I are hosting a short cooking class for the players. Someone needs to teach the guys basic knife and cooking skills so they can utilize the meal plans and instructional videos we have posted on the team portal.

"Hey you," Chase says, cracking an eye open and smiling. I can't help but return his grin, and when his hand skims up the side of my bare hip and lower back, my nipples harden instantly. God, he's so fucking hot. He just does it for me. Chase pulls me close and kisses me, not caring that we just woke up, and I probably have morning breath. Then again, I don't care that he has morning breath either, so I guess we're even. "What time is it?"

"Just after six," I answer, shimmying closer and noticing his hard length against my lower abdomen. "Someone is definitely up and ready to start the day."

"Yeah, well, someone really likes you."

I laugh, but it's cut off by Chase kissing the ever-loving shit out of me. I arch into him before he flips me on my back, his hands instinctively finding my wrists and pinning them to the mattress. Slowly, he kisses down my body and every cell in my body goes on high alert. This girl's not going to lie; I love it when Chase goes down on me. I didn't know what I was missing until he came along with his magical tongue.

His lips trail kisses along my ribs, across my stomach, and then his tongue traces around my belly button. By the time he reaches my hipbone, I'm shaking with want. Sometimes I'm not a patient person. One of those times is when Chase is two inches away from my pussy, and I'm seconds away from nirvana. He lets go of my hands and then pushes my legs open wide. I crane my neck and then prop myself up on my elbows to watch as he literally dives in head first and gets to work.

"Oh fuck," I huff, my arms immediately giving out and my head flopping back onto the pillow. Chase's mouth should be a state secret. A CIA interrogation tactic used to ply secrets from international spies.

His tongue laps at my clit before sliding down to my entrance and back again. He knows precisely the right pressure and speed to drive me insane. It's too much and not enough at the same time. Like I said, I can be impatient, and right now, I just want to come.

He chuckles into me, pausing. "It's not a race, Lily."

"It's not, not a race," I retort. I mean, the sooner I come, the sooner I can do it all over again.

He gives me a self-satisfied grin and then goes to town on my clit. It's seconds before I explode on his tongue, my hips lifting off the bed, bucking into him. After I drift back down to earth, my eyes roam over his body and zero in on his long, hard cock.

Not that I'm an expert, but I think Chase has a real nice one. Just the right size to hit all my pleasure buttons. I've never done a scientific study or anything, but sometimes when I read my smutty books and the heroine says the dude's cock is nine or ten inches long, and she can't fit her hand around its girth, I worry. Do women actually know how long nine or ten inches is? I chuckle to myself and then smile deviously at Chase and his perfectly sized peen.

"I want the good stuff," I say, and he laughs. "And I want you to tie me up again." Being at his mercy is such a fucking turn-on, I can't even begin to describe why. It just is. I trust him completely with my body. He'd never hurt me, and I am one thousand percent comfortable being at his mercy. I want him to understand how much I trust him and eventually reciprocate it.

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