All Chapters of The Hockey player's submissive professor : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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

JUNO HAYESA week later“For someone with such a fine ass, man, you don't look as happy as you should,” Nina murmured as she came to stand beside me, reclining against a pool seat.I pulled my glasses down and looked at her. She had one brow — the left — lifted in that way I’d learned to read: spit whatever's eating you out.Of course it was me.“What do you mean? I’m happy. Do you want me to grin like an idiot so you’ll believe me?” I said. It probably sounded defensive, but I was telling the truth. Right? I was happy.“Hmmm.” She pursed her lips and sat up, curling her legs together like she was getting ready for yoga. Then she glanced toward Adrian at the grill with Cassie. I turned to look and my lips twitched. Watching Cassie warm up to a guy I’d brought home was new — and kind of funny.Ever since she was little I’d avoided dating men just to give her a steady home. Cassie didn’t need a father figure, per se — that was her line, not mine — but I feared she’d come home someday cr

JUNO HAYESI glanced at Nina for the third time as I slowly rolled down the road she swore Rhett was “surely going to be.”“Are you serious right now? Why would—” I didn’t even finish before she shrieked, voice slicing through the air.“Stoooop!”I slammed the brakes just as a teenage girl threw herself at the hood, palms smacking the metal. Her sweaty hair clung to her cheeks, her face bright with hysteria as she waved a banner at us before darting away.My jaw dropped. My eyes widened. Because she wasn’t alone.There were hundreds of them. Girls. Everywhere.They swarmed the street like an army, a shrieking, tangled mess of posters and ponytails. From inside the car, it was muffled chaos—but I could still feel it vibrating in my chest.What in God’s name is this?I turned to Nina, but she was just smiling, smug as ever.“What’s going on here?” I demanded.She tilted her head toward the crowd, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Jun, this is just a quarter of Rhett Voss

RHETT VOSSI knew she’d stepped into my space before the elevator doors even finished closing—not because I heard the ding.It was her. Her scent, her body, her hair—everything about her called to me, even with another girl straddling me, grinding her hips against me like she owned every inch of the couch. Still, that presence alone made my cock stiffen in my pants.“Oh baby, you’re ready,” the brunette above me purred, digging her hips in deeper, convinced the reaction was for her.I turned my head and saw our guest standing in the doorway, clutching her purse like a life preserver, cheeks flushed, eyes huge.I looked her up and down. Plain blue jeans hugged her hips; a fitted round-neck top clung to the curve of her breasts and skimmed her hip bone, a sliver of skin showing. Simple, but brutal—she made plain look so sexy and elegant. I wanted to strip her right there. Then another memory pushed through: another man with his hands at her waist, kissing her like she owned the sky. She

Wynter scoffed. “Oh, now that’s a lie—who in their right mind would hate caviar?”Juno turned to her. “Well, I do.” Then she faced me. “That’s not a proper way to talk to me. We’re nothing; I’m just your specialist, so please put all that talk—about whatever we did—in the past.” Her voice was firm and unflinching as she looked me dead in the eye.I stared back, tempted to see for myself if she’d really moved on like she wanted me to believe.“Ouch, Juno…” Wynter started.Juno whirled on her. “It’s Miss Hayes to you. What are you, in your early twenties? I don’t know what he told you, but I will not be disrespected here.”She glanced at both Wynter and me. I just stared at her. Wynter laughed, of course, not taking offense.Wynter’s laughter rang out, sultry and taunting. “Damn, Rhett. You didn’t train this sub of yours properly—talking to Doms like that…”My jaw ticked, but I didn’t look at Wynter. My eyes were locked on Juno—sweet, stubborn Juno—standing there with her chin tilted up