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The Other Woman
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The Hockey player's submissive professor The Other Woman
Emma stared at the pictures plastered across her wall. Every inch of the room was his Rhett frozen in time, caught in stolen frames: lacing his skates, laughing with teammates, sweat plastering his shirt to the hard lines of his chest. Not one corner of the wallpaper showed anymore; it was all Rhett. Only him.Candles burned low around the room, the air thick with melted wax and smoke. The floor was littered with scorched photos of women she had crossed out, their eyes slashed through with sharp red ink, black X’s carved across their faces. No one else belonged here. No one but Rhett.Her hand trembled as she pressed her knuckles to her lips, a feverish smile curving her face. “Baby, I’m back,” she whispered to the sea of images. Her chest rose and fell too fast, her eyes glazed, drinking in his picture like water.One shot drew her in — Rhett mid-game, his shirt soaked, his chest visible through the fabric, his jaw set hard in focus. She tore it from the wall with shaking fingers and
The Hockey player's submissive professor Hungry Eyes
“What have I done?” I muttered to myself, practically speed-walking down the hall toward the rink. My chest still heaved, and my brain wouldn’t shut up: You just had sex with Rhett in the lounge. You’re insane. Absolutely insane.I was so wrapped up in my own head that the tap on my shoulder made me yelp. I spun around, ready to swing, only to freeze when I saw Adrian.“Whoa, easy,” he said, both brows lifting. “It’s just me.” His gaze swept me up and down, concerned. “You okay? You look… flushed.”“I’m fine!” I blurted too quickly, way too high-pitched. My hand flailed in the air like it could wave away his suspicion. “Totally fine. Just… really hot.”Adrian blinked, then glanced around at the sheets of ice stretching across the rink. “Hot? Juno, it’s like… fifteen degrees in here.”“Sixteen,” I corrected without thinking, then immediately winced at myself. “I mean—I just run warm, you know?”He gave a slow nod, his lips twitching like he was fighting back a laugh. “Right. Warm. In a
The Hockey player's submissive professor What Have I Done
Juno gasped, the door press cold against her belly as Rhett drove into her again and again. Heat and pain tangled in a blur; each thrust hit so hard it felt like the world narrowed to the meeting of their bodies.“You keep making me lose my mind,” Rhett growled. His fingers constricted in her hair, hauling her head back so her throat opened to him. She clung to the wood for purchase, nails biting into the surface as his hips pistoned without mercy.Thwop. Thwop.Her sound split the small room, raw and desperate. Tears bled from the corners of her eyes — but they were half-pleasure, half-overwhelm. “Slow,” she tried to whisper, voice high and broken, and Rhett stalled for a breath, chest heaving. For a second his expression flickered — the line between fury and worship.Then he spoke low, in that dangerous hush that had always made her knees go weak. “You asked me to show you what happens when you tease the world and come back to me,” he rasped. “You wanted me feral. You wanted to be w
The Hockey player's submissive professor Hungry and Thirsty
Jake, skating past, leaned close enough for Rhett to hear. “Damn, man. Relax. You look like you’re about to snap his neck.”Rhett didn’t so much as blink.“I will,” he muttered. And then, with the same ruthless determination he took into that ring, he started striding across the ice straight Juno.Juno stiffened the moment she spotted Rhett cutting across the ice toward her. She bit down on her lip, realizing with a jolt that—just for a moment—she’d almost forgotten he was even there while talking to Adrian. She tried to summon a smile as he closed the distance, but the look on his face made her heart pound, and not from fear.He stopped close—too close. Close enough that she had to half-turn toward him, her breath catching as his presence swallowed the space between them. The chill of the rink was nothing compared to the heat radiating off his body, searing through the thin layers of her clothes.“What’s going on here,” Rhett muttered, smiling—though it wasn’t a smile at all, more li
The Hockey player's submissive professor The Rival’s Touch
JUNO HAYES“Rhett, look this way!” the photographer called, snapping his fingers as the camera shutter clicked in rapid bursts.Rhett adjusted his grip on the hockey stick, tilting his body just so, the bright arena lights bouncing off his helmet and pads. The whole setup screamed polished—logo placements on the boards, gleaming skates, perfect posture. This was an ad for a major sports brand, and everyone in the rink knew he was the centerpiece.He gave the camera what it wanted. Strong jaw. Cold, unbothered glare. Every inch of him carved into perfection.But then his eyes slid. Just slightly. Just enough.Toward me.Heat shot straight through me when his gaze snagged mine. His look wasn’t the detached, glossy veneer he gave the camera. No—it was darker. Hungrier. Thirstier than he had any right to look in the middle of a professional shoot.My face went hot instantly. I snapped my eyes away, staring far too hard at the clipboard in my hands, willing my skin not to betray me. Profes
The Hockey player's submissive professor The Wolf at the Rink
JUNO HAYES“Wow.”That was all Rhett said as he ate the last spoonful of broth and let the spoon clatter into the bowl. The single word was rough, simple, but the look on his face—satisfaction, almost boyish in its honesty—made something warm spark in my chest.I smiled before I could stop myself. I liked that look. Loved it, if I was honest. The quiet contentment that told me I’d done something right, that I’d given someone a piece of comfort they didn’t even know they needed. Maybe that was why I loved being submissive. Not in the shallow sense most people thought some outdated belief that women were made to serve—but in the real way. The deeper way. Giving. Pleasing. Finding my own power in knowing someone else could lean on me and want what I gave.I took his bowl before he could, ignoring his muttered protest, and carried it to the sink. The warm water gushed as I rinsed it out, the simple rhythm of soap and sponge calming me. Normal. Safe. My hands moved automatically, almost gr
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