Page 57 of The Player's Club

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Page 57 of The Player's Club

“Mac!” I was ready to explode, and it was too much, too soon. “Slow down...”

He ignored my cry and kept eating me out, licking and sucking and fucking me with his tongue until I arched off the bed and moaned his name.When he sucked my clit into his mouth and plunged two fingers inside me, I came. I screamed through the orgasm, not caring if the entire club heard me. I could just make out Mac chuckling as I came.

Afterward, he gathered me into his arms, kissing me gently as he pushed my hair back.

“You good?” he asked. I could see the concern in his gaze. “Your throat okay?”

“I’m exhausted and sore. But in a very good way.”

“I didn’t push you too hard?”

“You pushed me, but I liked it. I promise you.” I kissed him.

He sighed and wrapped his arms around me. “You’re amazing.”

I couldn’t help but smile against his bicep. The infamous Cole Mackenzie, playboy hockey player, thought I was amazing at sex?

I would take that compliment with me for the rest of my life.

MAC

My lawyer, Tony Williams, pushed a stack of documents toward me. “These all look good to me, but you read them over first.”

Tony had been my lawyer since I’d first signed with the Blades. He and Andrea had always made sure I got the best deals and contracts. He was known in the industry as a bulldog, and his tenacity tended to piss people off. Despite his brutish demeanor, Tony was a total softie. He had photos of his wife and kids all over his office. He always showed them off to me, clearly proud of his family.

I scanned through the documents, but it was a struggle to pay attention to the legalese. “Why am I looking at this, again? Isn’t that what I’m paying you for?” I joked.

Tony snorted. “Never sign on the dotted line unless you know what you’re signing. Don’t be a dumbass, Mackenzie.”

“Aren’t you always the one saying athletes never know their heads from their asses?”

“Oh, they don’t. And don’t think you’re the exception to the rule. I’ve seen all those stories about you online.” Tony’s gaze narrowed. “Who’s the married woman?”

I groaned. “You’re worse than Andrea.”

“My wife wanted to know. She’s like a shark out for blood when it comes to gossip, that woman.” Despite his words, Tony’s tone was full of admiration.

If Tony was scary, his wife, Miranda, was downright terrifying. I’d met her once. She was a tiny brunette who had the scariest resting bitch face I’d ever seen. Her gaze literally cut a man to bits.

“That whole thing is over,” I replied.

“Hmm. So what about that other woman? Did she sign the contract?”

Even though Elodie had signed the contract, I’d never sent it to Tony to make it official. Why? I didn’t fucking know. Maybe it was because Elodie was different. She wasn’t like all the other women I’d had arrangements with.

“She signed it,” I said.

Tony raised an eyebrow. “And you, what, forgot to send it to me? Your lawyer? See, this is what I mean about athletes not knowing their heads from their asses. You see one beautiful woman, and you lose your damn mind.”

I gritted my teeth. “It’s not like that.”

“Then get me the contract.”

“I will.”

Tony leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful now. “I think I should do a background check on her.”

“What? No. That’s not necessary.”




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