FALLING FOR MR. FORBIDDEN: MY MOTHER’S HOT HUSBAND
The days in the mansion had started to blur together, but school remained its own kind of battlefield. Ashley sat on the bleachers during her free period, pretending to read a book while her eyes kept drifting to the training below, Ryder dominated the practice like he dominated everything else in his life.
He moved with grace, powerful thighs pushing him across the ice in explosive bursts, his hockey jersey clung to his broad shoulders and back, damp with sweat, every time he slammed into an opponent during drills, the sound echoed through the arena.