Page 37 of Game Misconduct

“Aww, man. Okay.” Tanner sighed, picked something up off the bed, then set it on the nightstand. “There’s your card. No more shenanigans, I swear.”

Leif didn’t trust that promise at all, but he nodded. “Okay.”

He grabbed the card off the nightstand and walked to the door. He opened it, went into the hall, and tested the card. Thankfully, it let him right in.

When he returned to the room, Tanner stood beside the bed, his trousers hanging low on his hips, revealing a slice of his Adonis belt and the top of his underwear. It was, unfortunately, a good look on him. Even with the wet hair and beanie still on.

“Can I ask you something?” Tanner asked, biting his lip.

Leif eyeballed him. “I guess. I might not answer.”

“Um, are you strictly a top?”

Leif rolled his eyes. “Not strictly. But … usually. Depends on the guy I’m with.”

“Huh, okay.”

“Why?”

“I dunno. I was just curious.” Tanner shrugged and reached for his fly. “I was thinking about how hot last night was and then I started wondering about what you liked in bed and how hot it would be to rub my cock all over your abs.”

Leif suppressed a shiver, although he still wasn’t cold.

“Too bad you blew any chance of finding out,” he said drily.

“Wait, you mean there was a chancebeforethis?” Tanner froze, hands on his zipper.

“Of us hooking up again?”

Tanner nodded.

Leif grimaced. “I should say no, but I keep making a liar of myself.”

Tanner smirked a little. “We are pretty hot together.”

“Last night wasn’t bad,” Leif admitted.

“Wasn’t bad?” Tanner snorted and stepped closer. “Sure, dude. You keep lying to yourself that way.”

“I’m not lying!” Leif protested. “Itwasn’tbad.”

“Okay, but it was more than that,” Tanner countered. “It was fucking sizzling and you know it.”

“Sex is not a fajita!”

“No, it isn’t. But youwerepretty filling.” Tanner winked.

Leif groaned. “Oh my God, Clayton. What is wrong with you?”

Tanner shrugged. “Dunno. People have been trying to figure that out my whole life.”

“You should be taken to a lab and studied,” Leif threw back.

“Probably. I just hope they’resexyexperiments.”

Leif groaned. “Would you shut the fuck up?”

“Probably not on my own,” Tanner said with a shrug, his trousers slipping a little lower. If he didn’t have an absolute shelf of an ass like every other hockey player out there, they would have been pooled around his ankles. “But you know how to shut me up.” He winked.