The Hockey player's submissive professor
he murmured, voice a dark purr.
“Because you keep undoing my work,” I snapped.
He smirked, but his tone dropped lower, colder, enough to raise the hairs on my arms. “Maybe I like watching you put me back together. Break me, fix me, break me again. It’s our cycle, isn’t it?”
My throat went dry.
Wynter clapped once, thrilled. “God, you’re both insane. I love it.” She leaned back, legs swinging. “But really, Juno… you think you can go vanilla after this man? Please. That’s like eating crackers after caviar.”