Ashley’s POVI knew this was wrong. I knew it every single time I looked at Scott across the rink. But knowing something is wrong doesn’t stop the ache between your legs when you’re neglected.My boyfriend, Coach Tim, had been distant for months. Between practices, games, and his obsession with turning the team into champions, our sex life had shriveled to almost nothing. Quick, unsatisfying fucks once every couple of weeks that left me more frustrated than before. I was 29, with a body I worked hard for — full, heavy breasts, a tight waist, and an ass that still turned heads but I felt invisible.Until Scott, he was a twenty four year old with broad shoulders, powerful thighs built from years on the ice, messy dark hair, and piercing blue eyes that always seemed to find me during games. He had a reputation for being cocky, aggressive, and very, very good with women and he was the team’s star forwardI told myself the butterflies I felt when he called me “Miss Ashley” were harmless b
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