All Chapters of DANGEROUS ICE: MY HOCKEY NEMESIS IS MY SINFUL OBSESSION: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"You bend over so perfectly, Axel. It’s almost like you’re offering it up. I had a great view of that ass from the bench all game, but up close? It’s a goddamn tragedy I haven't seen it out of these pants yet.""Shut up and play," I wheezed while digging my skates into the scarred ice, the sound of the blades carving the frozen surface echoing my own desperation. Trying frantically to focus on the black disk of the puck slipping between our sticks, I found the friction of his massive body pressing against mine doing something entirely traitorous. My heavy protective gear suddenly felt agonizingly tight because I was completely, painfully hard, and every slight movement caused the thick fabric of my cup to rub against me. The friction sent blinding sparks of unwanted, pooling heat straight to my gut, making my knees threaten to buckle right there on the rink.

The words hung in the damp air of the locker room, and a heavy, suffocating silence immediately settled over the surrounding benches. A few guys nearby stopped unlacing their skates entirely because they were openly eavesdropping on the confrontation. I sat completely frozen on the hard wooden bench while the cold reality of Liam’s absolute betrayal washed over me all over again. He stood there with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, trying to look imposing, while Chloe shifted uncomfortably right behind his shoulder. She refused to meet my eyes, and that small act of cowardice stung worse than the actual threat.I wanted to stand up and shove him backward into the row of lockers, but my limbs felt incredibly heavy and entirely unresponsive. Before I could even force my mouth open to defend myself, the thick tension in the room shattered.Michael shifted his massive frame on the bench right beside me, and the sudden movement drew every single eye in the room. He did not look at L

Escaping the arena was the absolute only thing on my mind after that disastrous locker room confrontation, so I grabbed my duffel bag and practically sprinted to my car to avoid talking to anyone else. The drive back to the Northwood campus was completely quiet because I refused to turn on the radio, preferring the absolute silence of the cab while my hands gripped the steering wheel tight enough to make my knuckles ache. Once I finally reached my dorm building, I bypassed the common room entirely and headed straight for my suite, unlocking the door and dropping my heavy gear just inside the entryway. The space was completely empty since my roommate was out studying at the library for the weekend, and the privacy provided an immense amount of necessary relief.Stripping out of my clothes took only a few seconds, and I kicked the damp practice gear into a corner before stepping into the small bathroom attached to my room. I turned the shower dial all the way past the red indicator beca

"You really enjoy putting on a show for everyone, do you not?" I asked, my voice carrying a sharp edge of challenge that I absolutely could not suppress.Michael leaned back against the plush leather booth and casually rested his arm along the backrest while a slow, arrogant smirk spread across his handsome face. He did not look the least bit bothered by my obvious irritation, and he simply picked up his water glass to take another deliberate sip before answering me."I am a professional athlete, Axel," Michael replied smoothly, setting the heavy crystal glass back down onto the pristine white tablecloth. "Putting on a show is exactly what I get paid to do, and you should probably learn how to lean into the performance if we are going to survive the next few months of this contract. You looked incredibly stiff while we were walking past those cameras outside, and the entire point of this dinner is to make the public believe we are hopelessly infatuated with each other.""I was blinded

The air in the secluded corner of the restaurant felt incredibly thin, and I stared across the wooden table at the man who had completely derailed my life over the past few weeks. He wanted a full confession, and my stubborn pride was currently losing a massive battle against the severe physical ache pooling heavily in my lower stomach. Swallowing hard, I broke eye contact and stared at the empty porcelain plate resting between us while trying to regulate my erratic breathing."I did not want you to stop," I whispered, the words catching painfully in my dry throat. "I was entirely ready for you to keep going."Michael let out a low, satisfied hum that vibrated pleasantly across the small space. He did not say anything else immediately, but I felt a sudden, distinct shift happening underneath the white tablecloth. He extended his long leg forward, and a soft, cotton-covered foot brushed deliberately against my calf. He had completely slipped his expensive dress shoe off his foot, and