PUCKED BY MY STEPBROTHER: A FORBIDDEN HOCKEY ROMANCE
“Say my name.”
His eyes are dark and his jaw is working and his hips are trying to set a pace from underneath me, but I press down harder, keeping the rhythm mine. The gala took four hours of his time, and Sasha’s hand took three seconds of his arm, and the internet took fourteen thousand likes of his image, but right now, in this room, the only thing I want to take back is the sound of my name in his mouth.
“Say it. My full name.”
“Naomi Maddox.” He says it rough, his voice cracking on the second syllable of Maddox because I clench around him when he says it.