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Robyn blushes but smiles, pleased.

I know that the cameras are focused on us both.

Won’t she like that good press? After the article came out about the Webbs everyone had something to say about me.

Well, let them now say that I’m a bloody legend.

An ice prince.

I’m proud for the news to also include how much I love the coach’s daughter, along with my captain.

When I turn, still laughing, I bump into D’Angelo.

He peers down at me. “Done making a point?”

I shake my head. “It’s called celebrating. We earned it. Did you see…?”

“An amazing goal, cucciolo,” D’Angelo leans down to whisper. I shiver at the sudden dark promise in his eyes as he holds my gaze. “Have you forgotten our deal? Every hockey game we win means a fantasy with the Pucking Them Positions.Win on the ice. Earn the night off it.I reward good behavior. I’m giving you only one choice.”

My breathing is so fast that I feel lightheaded. “Yeah?”

“Do you winyourfantasy or Robyn’s?”

I glance over my shoulder at Robyn, who is excitedly pressing her hand to the glass, dressed in the number22jersey.

My smile gentles.

It was never a choice.

“Our Robyn’s,” I reply. “Let’s spend our lives making all her fantasies come true.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Freedom Mansion

Robyn

I moan,still asleep but relaxed and trusting. Someone touches my leg and then kisses my inner thighs.

This is a delicious dream.

I smile, squirming in a hazy, sensual trance.

My legs are slid open.

I sigh happily, clutching at the blankets.

I drift in the sensations.

I am safe.

Fucking liberated.

My mind is rising up through a fog of lazy caresses and licks, but I don’t need to do anything.

There are no responsibilities or pressures.

I can just…feel.

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