The Hockey player's submissive professor
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He backed me against the counter, hands sliding under the flannel to find skin, and kissed me slow and deep.
“Best Christmas yet?” he murmured.
I looked out at our loud, ridiculous, perfect family (at our son snoring in a pile of ribbon wearing a cowboy hat two sizes too big) and felt my heart try to climb out of my chest.
“Yeah,” I whispered. “Best one yet.”
He grinned against my lips.
“Good. Because next year he’ll be tearing around on a pony.”
I bit his bottom lip. “And maybe chasing a little brother or sister.”