The Hockey Playboy's Plus Size Obsession
Mila Santiago has spent five years climbing the ladder at Prime Sports Agency, dreaming of becoming a full agent while hiding two secrets: her estranged father is a beloved hockey broadcasting legend, and she used to have a massive crush on the team's star goalie. When her boss assigns her to babysit that very goalie, the infuriating, gorgeous, tattooed Jax Kingston.
After he throws her iced coffee at a fan, Mila's carefully ordered life implodes.
Jax has been spiraling since his sister's overdose, showing up late, yelling at reporters, and earning trade rumors. He doesn't need a babysitter, especially not some peppy junior agent in bright heels who smiles too much. But when his career hangs in the balance, he has no choice.
What starts as forced proximity turns into late night talks on hotel rooftops, skating on frozen ponds, and a New Year's kiss that breaks all their rules. But Mila's father threatens to expose their relationship and destroy her career. Jax's guilt over choosing hockey over family threatens to push her away.
And when an anonymous photo surfaces, Mila is suspended from her job just as she's about to get the promotion she's worked her whole life for.
With the trade deadline approaching and everything on the line, Mila and Jax must decide: play it safe and walk away, or risk it all for a love that comes once in a blue moon.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 26: MAYBE WE'RE NOT MEANT FOR EACH OTHERJAX POV "I'm not a fucking influencer.""I heard you the first three times." Mila's voice is cheerful, unbothered. She's sitting on a stool near the backdrop, her legs crossed, her notebook open on her lap. Today she's wearing a soft lavender blouse and heels the color of honey. Her dark curls are pulled back in that sleek ponytail, and she has a smear of something pink on her wrist. Lipstick, maybe. Or frosting.She was baking again this morning."I mean it," I say. "This is ridiculous.""It's a photoshoot. You've done a hundred of them.""Not like this."The photographer is circling me, a tiny woman with sharp glasses and an even sharper bob. She's been barking instructions for twenty minutes. Chin up. Shoulders back. Look natural. Look intense. Look happy.Look happy.I don't do happy."This campaign is about connecting with fans," Mila says, not looking up from her notes. "Smiling is part of connecting.""I connect just fine.""You yelled at a reporter last week.""He asked about
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Chapter: CHAPTER 25: APARTMENT HUNTING FOR JESSJAX POV The third apartment is a box.A box in a neighborhood where the windows have bars and the buzzer doesn't work. I stand in the middle of the empty living room, my shoulders brushing both walls, and try to keep my face neutral."It's cozy," Jess says."Jess.""It's affordable.""It's a closet.""It's not a closet. Closets don't have windows."I turn to look at my sister. She's wearing ripped jeans and a faded hoodie, her dark hair chopped in that messy bob she's had since high school. She looks like she hasn't slept in days.She also looks happy.That's what scares me."Jess." I keep my voice low. "You don't have to do this. You don't have to prove anything.""I'm not trying to prove anything. I'm trying to find an apartment.""You can stay with me.""We've been over this.""For as long as you need.""We've been over this too."I run a hand through my hair, pulling it back from my face. The tattoos on my fingers catch the weak light filtering through the grimy window."I just w
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Chapter: CHAPTER 24: BETS ARE BEING PLACEDJAX POV My phone buzzes in my pocket as I walk back toward the locker room. Then again. And again.I ignore it. I'm too busy replaying the last twenty minutes in my head. Mila's lips. Mila's hair. The way she said my name like it meant something.The phone buzzes seven more times.I finally pull it out and glance at the screen.MY BOYS ARE WICKED SMAHTKNOXYOOOOOFREEZE ARE YOU SERIOUSCOFFEE TO THE FACESULLIVANDear God. Our starting goalie is trending online for assaulting a fan with a Dunkin.KNOXPerfect arc to the throw btwThe Sox probably gonna nab you from the NHLSULLIVANPlease don't encourage him, KnoxKNOXRIP Jax's Dunkin. Gone but not forgotten.DMITRIThe real question, friends, is who is the woman in the video?I stop walking.My blood goes cold.KNOXYO he replied just to shut that downRomy I think you're onto somethingI type back: I'm leaving the groupchat because I hate you all.KNOXNah you love us really.But more importantly ROMY YOU'RE DEFINITELY ONTO SOMET
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Chapter: CHAPTER 24: I DONT WANT TO LOSE MY JOBMILA'S POV The hallway is empty.I lean against the wall, pressing my hand to my chest, trying to slow my heartbeat. My lips are still tingling. My hair is loose around my shoulders—Jax's fingers had pulled out my ponytail, and I haven't put it back up.I kissed him.He kissed me.We kissed in an equipment room while he was wearing nothing but a towel.What the hell am I doing?I push off from the wall and pace the hallway, my heels clicking against the concrete. This is bad. This is so bad. Rick sent me here to supervise Jax, not to make out with him. If anyone finds out—"Still here?"I spin around. Jax is standing in the equipment room doorway, now wearing sweatpants and a gray t-shirt that clings to his chest. His dark hair is still loose, still damp. His green eyes are watching me with an expression I can't read."I was just leaving," I say."You've been saying that for twenty minutes.""I meant it this time."He steps into the hallway. The door swings shut behind him."Mila.""
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Chapter: CHAPTER 22: THE KISSMILA'S POV I make it three steps out of the equipment room before I hear the door open behind me."Mila."Jax's voice is low. Rough. It stops me mid-stride.I don't turn around. "You need to get dressed. Your team is waiting.""Let them wait."His footsteps echo on the concrete floor. Closer. Closer."Jax—""I'm not finished talking to you."I finally turn. He's standing in the doorway of the equipment room, one hand braced against the frame. The white towel hangs low on his hips, and his chest is bare.His chest.I've seen it before—glimpses, flashes. But not like this. Not up close, in the dim light, with no one else around.The tattoos are everywhere. Dark ink swirling over his pectorals, down his ribs, across his shoulders. Waves crashing against a rocky shore. A lighthouse standing tall against a storm. A compass rose on his left pec, right over his heart.Water still clings to his skin, beading on the lines of his muscles. His dark hair is loose, damp, falling past his shoulder
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Chapter: CHAPTER 21: LOCKER ROOMMILA'S POV The hallway outside the locker room is empty.I've been standing here for five minutes, trying to calm my breathing. The confrontation with Sterling left me shaky. The way Jax tucked my hair behind my ear left me something else entirely.But I can't think about that now.I need to find Jax. Need to make sure he's not spiraling. Need to confirm he understands how close he came to losing everything.A staff member walks by. "They're all in there, if you're looking for someone.""The locker room?""Where else?" He grins. "Game just ended."Right. The locker room. Where twenty-something half-naked hockey players are currently celebrating a shutout.I should wait. I should text Jax and ask him to come out.But my phone is dead—of course it is, because today has been that kind of day—and I can hear shouting from inside. Laughing. The unmistakable sound of grown men acting like children.What if Jax is in there, spiraling alone? What if he's blaming himself for almost getting tra
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I Let My Father's Best Friend Taste Me
⚠️ READER WARNING
This book contains extremely explicit, uncensored sexual content including graphic scenes of dominance and submission, BDSM, spanking, and raw, filthy language. It is intended for mature readers aged 18+ only. If explicit content offends you, this is not the book for you. For everyone else ,enjoy the ride.
Harlow Vance has spent twenty four years feeling invisible. Her younger brother is the success story, the one her father brags about, the one who can do no wrong.
Desperate to feel something, to feel wanted, she decides to lose her virginity. Not to some boy her age who will fumble and forget her by morning, but to a man. A dominant she has been chatting with online for weeks, someone who calls her a brat and makes her pulse race with every message.
She agrees to meet him at Radiant, an exclusive BDSM club in Pittsburgh. She uses a fake name. She plans for one night, nothing more.
But when the door opens, it is not a stranger staring down at her.
It is Kael Hawthorne. Her father's best friend. Her father's business partner. The man she has been secretly aching for since she was old enough to notice the way his gaze lingered on her a moment too long.
Kael should push her away. He should call Julian and tell him his daughter is in a place she does not belong. Instead, he pulls her into the room and shuts the door.
But secrets have a way of slithering out. And when Julian walks into Radiant and finds his daughter on her knees for his best friend, everything Harlow has built with Kael threatens to shatter.
What do you think will happen?
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Chapter: CHAPTER 15: BORED AND LONELYHARLOW'S POV I should not have sent the picture.But I was bored. And lonely. And Kael had been gone for hours, trapped in meetings with my father and the other executives. The penthouse felt empty without him. Too big. Too quiet.So I stripped off his shirt that I had been wearing. I posed in front of the bedroom mirror. One hand over my breast. The other holding my phone. I took the picture and looked at it. My curves spilling over my arm. My fair skin glowing in the afternoon light. The collar not around my neck yet, but soon.I typed out a message.Me: Bet you cannot guess what I am doing without your permission.I hit send before I could change my mind.Then I waited.One minute. Two. Five. Nothing.I scowled at my phone. He was probably in a meeting. Probably sitting across from my father, pretending to care about quarterly reports. The thought made me smile. He would have to keep a straight face while reading my message.My phone buzzed.Kael: Where are you?Me: Why do you not
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Chapter: CHAPTER 14: YOU ARE NOT ENGAGEDHARLOW'S POV The Grindstone was packed for a Thursday afternoon.I squeezed into the corner booth beside Sage, who immediately grabbed my left hand and stared at my bare ring finger."You are not engaged," she said."I never said I was.""Then why did you drag us here with such urgency?"I pulled out the contract from my bag. The signed copy. Kael's name was on every page. I had spent an hour last night with a white out pen, covering his name wherever it appeared. It looked messy. Obvious. But it was the best I could do."I need you to look at this," I said to Sage.She took the contract and flipped through it. Iris leaned over her shoulder. Soleil sipped her tea and watched."This is a BDSM contract," Sage said."Yes.""With Kael Hawthorne?""His name is whited out."Sage held the paper up to the light. "I can still read it.""Then do not look so closely."Iris grabbed the contract from Sage. "Full time submissive? Harlow, this says you have to live with him.""I know.""And let him
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Chapter: CHAPTER 13: I WANT PIZZAHARLOW'S POV The contract sat on the coffee table between us.Kael had printed a fresh copy. No white out. No missing pages. Every clause visible in black ink on white paper. I had read it three times. The words full time submissive no longer looked scary. They looked like a promise."Are you sure?" he asked."I have never been more sure of anything."He handed me a pen. I signed my name on the last page. Harlow Vance. Looping letters. Firm pressure. When I finished, he signed beside me. Kael Hawthorne. His handwriting was sharp and controlled."It is done," he said."It is done."He set the contract on the side table and pulled me onto his lap. His arms wrapped around my waist. His chin rested on my shoulder."You live here now," he said."I know.""Your things will arrive tomorrow. I hired movers.""You hired movers without asking me?""Yes."I should have been annoyed. Instead, I felt warm. Cared for. Like someone had finally decided to take the weight off my shoulders."What abou
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Chapter: Chapter 12: What Do You Love About YourselfHarlow's POV Kael did not take me home after the office.He took me to Ember.The club was empty during the day. No music. No bodies. Just black glass and red velvet and the smell of cleaning solution. His footsteps echoed off the walls as he led me to a private room.A room I had never seen before. Smaller than the others. With a large mirror on one wall and a single chair in the center."Sit," he said.I sat. The chair was cold against my legs. Kael stood in front of me, arms crossed, his dark eyes unreadable."You have been saying things about yourself," he said. "Things that are not true.""I do not know what you mean.""You called yourself stupid. You said you were not good enough. You told me you did not deserve me."My cheeks burned. "I was upset.""You were honest." He walked to the mirror and tapped the glass. "Stand up. Come here."I stood. Walked to the mirror. Stood beside him."Look at yourself," he said.I looked. My reflection stared back. Curves and freckles and tired
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Chapter: Chapter 11: Dealing With DrakeHarlow's POV The weekend passed in a blur of code and kisses.Kael kept me at his penthouse. He said it was to keep me safe, to keep me away from campus until Monday. I did not argue. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Drake's smile. Every time I breathed, I smelled his cheap cologne.So I stayed. I slept in Kael's bed. I ate his food. I let him teach me more code until my brain felt like it might leak out of my ears.By Sunday night, I had completed six assignments. All of them worked. All of them were better than anything I had written before."You are ready," Kael said, closing his laptop."For what?""For Monday. For the interview. For whatever comes after."I did not feel ready. I felt like a fraud. Like any moment someone would tap me on the shoulder and tell me to go back to the children's table.But Kael looked at me like I was someone important. Someone worth protecting."Stay with me tomorrow," he said. "In the office. During the interview.""Why?""Because I want you to se
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Chapter: Chapter 10: That Is BlackmailHarlow's POV I should have known better than to go to his office hours alone.Professor Drake sat behind his desk, glasses perched on his nose, pretending to read a paper. His office smelled like old coffee and cheap cologne. The walls were covered in degrees and certificates that meant nothing to me now."You wanted to see me," I said, standing in the doorway.He looked up. His eyes traveled down my body and back up. "Close the door, Harlow."I did not move."Close the door."I stepped inside and let it click shut behind me. But I did not sit. I stood near the door, my hand on the knob, ready to run."You failed the exam," he said."I know.""Do you know why?""Because I am stupid."He smiled. It made my skin crawl. "No, that is not why."I frowned. "Then why?"He leaned back in his chair. "I have been teaching for three years. In that time, I have learned to spot potential. Students who are going places. Students who have connections.""I do not have connections.""You are Julian V
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