She wanted to do a test shoot with Drew for the ad campaign, and she’d gotten permission from the Garden to do that with him after one of his practices this week. She wouldn’t need the professional photographers until the day of the shoot. She just wanted to get positioning right, to make sure this idea in her head would actually work. That she could do with her own camera.

Drew had agreed to stay after practice and meet with her at the rink. She brought the clothes and met him outside the locker room after everyone had left. She hadn’t seen him in two weeks. He’d had a few road games, his schedule had been packed tight, and she’d been over her head with post-holiday catch-up.

Though they had talked on the phone and texted every day.

She’d finally had to admit to herself that, like it or not, this was a relationship. Surprisingly, the idea of it hadn’t panicked her as much as she thought it might.

She smiled as she saw him walking down the hallway to-


ward her.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, thoroughly, until she went limp, content to let him work his magic on her mouth.

When he pulled back, his eyes had gone dark with desire, and every nerve ending in her body was zinging.

“It’s been a long damn time since I held you in my arms. I missed you.”

She smiled and looped her arm in his as they headed down the hall. “I missed you, too. How did practice go today?”

“Practice went good. It always does. If only we could figure out how to transfer those kick-ass practices into winning games.”

“Your record isn’t that bad.”

“At home we’re awesome. It’s only on the road we’re having problems.”

“You’ll figure it out, Drew.”

“Yeah, we will.”

He led her into the locker room. “Okay, what’s the deal for this shoot?”

She laid her bag on the bench. “This is the underwear line I’ve created. I’d like to start with you in the briefs and T-shirt, and then just the briefs.”

“And you want me on the ice in these?”

“Yeah. I know it’s going to be uncomfortable, but I want you with your hockey stick in your hand, near the net. Did they leave the net up?”

“Yeah. I asked the crew to leave the net up. They’re going to come back later and take it down and lock up.”

“Okay, great.”

He kicked off his boots. “I can’t believe I’m going to freeze my ass off for you.”

“I really appreciate this.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He changed into the boxer briefs and T-shirt that Carolina had provided him.

“How do they feel?” she asked.

He looked down, then at her. “Like underwear.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Why? Do they have superpowers? Or will my dick grow an extra inch when I’m wearing them? Because if so, you’re going to make billions on these things.”

“Never mind.” She walked away.

He followed. “Babe. It’s underwear. Men aren’t picky about it. Besides, you’re really advertising this to women, aren’t you? Women buy a ton of underwear for their men, don’t they?”

She stopped and turned to face him. “Yes.”

“All right then. Let’s make women want some men’s underwear.” He grabbed his hockey stick, and Carolina laughed.

Sometimes, Drew could turn the most complicated thing into something simple.

They headed toward the ice, where James had set up a carpet leading from the step off onto the ice and toward the net.

He owed James a case of beer.

“I’m pumped and feeling energized in these briefs. Like I could maybe even fly.” He took a superhero stance.

She laughed. “Too late. Let’s get you into position and take the pictures.”

“Sounds good to me. I’m already cold.”

Excitement fueled her. “Okay. Let’s just do a few test shots of you standing next to the net.”

Drew stood there holding his stick.

“Um, boring. Could you kind of get into a sexy position?”

He cocked a brow. “Define ‘sexy position’.”

“I don’t know. Lean back.”

He leaned back. And looked ridiculous. She laughed.

And Drew frowned. “So we’re done now?”

“I’m sorry.” She wasn’t a professional photographer, the kind who could make a model feel sexy, who could draw out the vibes needed to get them in the mood.

But . . . she was a woman. And she knew what it took to get Drew in the mood.

She walked over to him. This visual had been in her head for so long, she just had to get it out, take the test shots, and see if this was even going to work.

“Put the stick in your left hand, then lean over this way, with your hand on the net. Yes. Just like that.” She made sure to touch his body, to caress him the way she would if they were alone together.

She focused the lens on him. “I love seeing you in my clothes. Of course I love seeing you without any clothes.”

His gaze hit hers, and she took the picture.

She smiled at him, then moved in closer, getting his face, the way he watched her whenever she touched him to realign his body.

“Spread your legs, just a little.” She made sure to touch his butt, his thighs, to take deep breaths when she was near him.

“Carolina.” His eyes looked dark and a little dangerous. Perfect.

She got the shot, and with every subsequent picture, she was certain she’d been right when she’d visualized this.

“Now, take off the shirt and let’s get you in just the briefs.”

He pulled the shirt off and she tossed it over her shoulder.

“Slide just the tips of your fingers inside the briefs, Drew. Let me see your hipbone.”

“You asking me to do a striptease for you?”

She smiled, but kept her focus through the lens. “Maybe.”

The look he gave her melted her. She clicked the camera, shot after shot, as he instinctively got into it. Now he knew what she wanted.

But then she lifted her gaze above the camera. “I don’t think the erection is going to work.”

“Then quit talking dirty to me.”

She laughed, then came closer. Drew palmed his shaft, rubbing back and forth.

“I can’t help myself. You bring out the best—or is it the worst—in me.”

And now he wasn’t the only one turned on. “This isn’t productive.”

He reached around to grab her butt. “Screw productive. I think you want to have sex on the ice. It’s probably some long-held fantasy of yours.”

“I’m thinking more likely it’s yours.”

“Nah. My fantasy has always been a blow job on the ice.”

“Is that right? And just how alone are we here?”

“Everyone’s gone. The crew didn’t want to hang out, so I bought them lunch and told them I’d call them when we were finished here so they could clean this up and lock the place down.”

“Is that right?” She dropped to her knees on the carpet, realizing he must be freezing in his bare feet. Even with the carpet down, it was really cold.

“Get up, Carolina.”

Instead, she reached for his cock, sliding it between her palms. “We already know it’s not too cold out here for you to get a hard-on. And like you said, we are alone here, right?”

His gaze had hardened, just like his cock. “Yeah.”

She dragged the briefs over his hips, letting his cock spring free. She grasped it in her hand and stroked it, letting its heat warm her hands.

“You’re hot.”

He stared down at her. “So are you. You make my cock throb.”

She licked her lips, then leaned forward, taking the soft head between her lips as she cradled his butt in her hands.

Drew couldn’t believe Carolina had his cock in her mouth, right here on the ice. He hadn’t wanted to do this test shoot, but he’d known it was important to her to get these initial shots to see if this advertising was going to work, and hell, it was only going to take a half hour, so why not?

He hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected her touch and the way she talked to him to turn him on. He’d expected it to be uncomfortable and to freeze his ass off.

It was both, but he’d also gotten hard.

And now, watching her on her knees, taking his cock inch by inch into her hot, sweet mouth, it was pure heaven and hell. He swallowed, his throat desert dry as she cupped his balls and held them in the palm of her hand.

He laid his hand on the back of her head, giving her direction as she took him fully inside. And then she squeezed the base of his shaft with her hand, massaged his balls, and released his cock, mapping every vein and ridge with her tongue.

Christ.

When she worked the head with that amazing tongue of hers, lapping him up like she was going after her favorite chocolate marshmallow swirl ice cream cone, his legs trembled. He grabbed the net for support and grabbed a handful of her hair.

“Babe, that’s going to make me come. Hard.”

She tilted her head back and gifted him with the sexiest smile. “Tell me how you want it. Take control.”

The best words a woman could ever give a man.

“Open.”

She opened her mouth and he guided his cock between her lips, sliding it over her tongue. Between the cold around them and the heat of her mouth, he was about to explode.

“Now close your lips around me while I fuck your mouth.”

Her lips compressed, and he tilted his hips forward, sliding his shaft in, then drawing it out, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucked him in.

Steam rose up on his body as sweat dripped down his face and neck while he pumped between Carolina’s full lips.

He gripped the back of her head, then slid back and forth, his balls tightening as he fought the urge to come. Watching her take him in, giving in to him as he forced his cock into her mouth, easing it all the way back until he felt the tip hit her throat, was about the best damned thing he’d ever felt.

He knew she was uncomfortable, knew that ice had to be cold on her knees. But she wasn’t complaining, just stared up at him, her sea-blue eyes giving him everything as he continued to thrust back and forth until his legs shook, until his orgasm had built up and he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I’m going to come, Lina. I’m going to shoot my come into your mouth.”

Her only response was a hum of acceptance, her gaze still focused on his face.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, then pressed forward, shouting out as he jettisoned his orgasm deeply into her throat. She held on to his hips, taking him deep as he came. He grasped a handful of her hair as his climax shattered him, emptied him, leaving him shaking.

He pulled Carolina up off the ice and dragged her into his arms, something solid to hold on to while he recovered. She wrapped her arms around him, her body trembling.

She had to be freezing. He led her off the ice and into the locker room, grabbing a blanket to wrap around her.

“You’re the one not wearing any clothes. You have to be cold.”

He gave her a smile. “I’m sweating. You nearly blew the top of my head off.”

She laughed. “Good. I enjoyed it. It turned me on.”

She was an amazing woman. He threaded his fingers through her hair and massaged her scalp where he’d grabbed her hair so roughly. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. I told you. I liked it.”

He let his hand drift down over her shoulder and arm, resting it on her hip. Touching any part of her body was always a turn-on for him. His cock twitched to life again, which surprised the hell out of him considering that she’d absolutely wrecked him not that long ago. “Yeah? So when you’re watching my games, you’re thinking about sex on the ice rink, huh?”

“Not particularly. Just sex with you. Location never matters much to me.”

“Good to know. He reached for the button on her jeans. “Ever thought about the locker room?”

She looked around. “No. But it’s an interesting idea.”

He dropped down to his knees and pulled her boots off, then reached for her jeans, tugging them over her hips. “It would be a new experience for me, too.”

Left in her panties, kneesocks, and a clingy top that covered her hips, she straddled the bench in front of his locker.

“You are just about the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

The look she gave him sizzled his nerve endings. “You say all the right things.”

He pulled one of her legs over so she was facing him, then spread her legs. “I only say what’s true, Lina. Now hold on to the bench while I take your panties off.”

Carolina lifted her hips while Drew removed her underwear.

“Your knees are red,” he said, kissing each one before smoothing his hands over her thighs. “Do they hurt?”