“Oh no, Paisley’s the team psychologist. She thinks I should’ve asked too.”
“Glad to see someone there has brains. God knows your locker room is just full of egos.”
I laugh because my girl is funny. “So you’re packing up? I’ll meet you at home?”
She sighs and says nothing for a second. “Yes.”
“See, I knew she’d say yes. Okay, babe, we’re just wrapping up. I’ll be at home waiting for you.” I cup my hand over the phone. “Naked in the hot tub.”
Paisley rolls her eyes.
“Bye, Paisley. Good luck with the job,” Saige says with a laugh.
“Thanks, I need it.”
I hang up with my girl. “See? I’m great. My life is fantastic.”
“Well…” Paisley says.
“So I’m gonna go.” I stand from the couch.
“We still have forty-five minutes,” she says, eyeing her watch.
“I hate to waste time. Plus, I told the next guy his time is now.”
She looks baffled.
“Maksim Petrov.”
“You got him here?” she asks. “Impressive. I’ve been working on the two of you.”
“I was really busy winning my girl back. See you later, nice talking to you.” I stand and leave, keeping the door open for Maksim, who’s waiting.
Getting him here took some heavy bribing, but I made him a bet and he lost. That’s the one thing hockey players don’t renege on. If you lose the bet, you do the time.
Maksim blows out a breath and sits on the couch, looking irritated.
“Have fun, you two,” I say with a wave.
“I’ll be here, but I’m not talking,” Maksim says as I shut the door.
Poor Paisley’s in for a boring hour.
I rush out of her office and into my SUV because I’d rather be home with my girl on the first day of us living together forever.
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“So, I was thinking…” I start while she places some veggies on her plate.
“Is that an unusual act for you?” Before I can respond, she laughs and her hand lands on my shoulder. “I’m kidding.”
The fact she couldn’t keep the joke going for longer than ten seconds says she’s either uncomfortable in front of me or not used to being a jokester.
“The therapy. I gave you a hard time and I’ve had a change of heart. I’ve got two more sessions and I’ll happily come.”
She looks around us.
“What?” I raise an eyebrow.
“I’m searching for the camera. Surely this is a joke you’re playing on me.”
Finally, she puts a burger on her plate. I feared she might be a vegetarian. I’m not sure I could ever date someone with that kind of self-control. Then again, I can’t date Paisley for more reasons than whether or not she eats meat.
“No joke. I gave you a hard time and now…”
“The search-and-rescue mission you’ve had me on for the last three weeks isn’t cool. Mr. Gerhardt wants feedback on who’s coming to their appointments. I gave you a pass and said you stopped in last week but had an emergency and had to leave before our session commenced.”
I stand still and take her in. She covered for me? Damn, that’s a turn-on. “Thanks. I’ll come in this week.”
She nods and looks me over. “Thanks a lot, Maksim. I appreciate you changing the way this can go. I promise you, I won’t bite.”
“That’s a shame, I like women who do.” The words fall out before I can take them back.
She raises her perfectly sculpted eyebrows. For a second, I wonder if her pussy is as manicured as her eyebrows. “We really should set some ground rules.”
The flush on her cheeks only spurs me to continue. I like being the reason she’s blushing. “What’s fun about ground rules?”
“I can’t counsel you if you continue to hit on me.”
I laugh and set my plate on the table, holding both hands up in the air. “Who said I was hitting on you? I’m merely vocalizing a preference.”
“You need to stop flirting with me.”
I slide my tongue across my bottom lip and take her in for the tenth time since she arrived. She’s in a short sundress that shows off more skin than I’m comfortable with. I’m sure every man here is checking her out and wondering what she looks like with it pooled at her feet. I’m no exception. I won’t deny that I want her, but I get that right now isn’t the best time, what with her being my therapist. Maybe after the third visit, I can ask her out and see where this could go. Even if it’s only for one night, it’d be worth it.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she whispers. Her gaze darts around the immediate area as though she fears someone is watching us.
“We’re both single,” I say.
“I know, but we can’t pursue anything. Things have to be professional.”
“These limitations you’re trying to put in place only make me want to push your boundaries, doctor. See how far I can get.”
Her cheeks flush pink again, and I bite my lip, imagining what she looks like when she comes. “I’m serious, Maksim.”
“Your tone doesn’t match your words.”
“Listen, I’m attracted to you, I can’t deny that. But I’m your therapist now, so all of that is off the table. We have to forget the kiss.”
Ah. I arch an eyebrow. “So you think about it?”
She shakes her head, picks up her plate, and stalks off.
“It’s okay to admit. I beat off to the image of you in my head,” I say before anyone gets closer.
Her feet stop on Aiden’s deck, and I silently will her to turn around. Say she’s up for breaking the rules and let’s go back to her place. But instead, she shakes her head and continues walking over to the table where Jana is.
“Damn, I need to get myself under control,” I say to myself.
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This is our second crack at a sports romance series. In the first one we wrote snowboarders, and the stories were much shorter. We decided we wanted to write sports romance since a lot of our readers were asking us to and knew we wanted to write either football or hockey. After a poll in our reader group, Piper Rayne’s Unicorns, it was close, but hockey won out. This posed some problems. One being that neither one of us knows a ton about hockey. Not even Piper and she’s from Canada. I mean we can appreciate the suits as the players come into the arena, the chiseled abs under the jersey, and follow along with the game but that’s about it. Thankfully, her husband does and was at our beck and call for any questions we had about ways to describe the game in a way that we didn’t sound like complete amateurs. I mean feelings, humor, love story we got covered, but play by plays in hockey, um… not so much.