She was my mom's best friend.
The sharp-minded strategist who mapped every brutal play on the ice, her voice cutting through the roar like a blade.
Off-limits didn't even begin to cover it.
But one look from her across the dimly lit arena, eyes dark with that hidden storm, and I was hooked.
A rising star with bruises from the boards and a body built for collision, chasing the one collision that could end me.
I shouldn't want her hands mapping my skin like she charts power plays.
Not when she's twice my scars and ten times my restraint, her world built on league eyes and unyielding control.
Yet there we were, in the equipment room's chill, her back slammed against shelves slick with arena frost, my mouth claiming what propriety screamed to deny.
Breathless gasps echoing off metal, her fingers twisting in my hair as if surrender was the victory she'd denied herself for years.
She called it a mistake.
I called it inevitable.
Rivals circle like sharks - teammates with grudges, scouts sniffing for weakness, anyone who'd whisper our secret to shatter her throne.
They sense it, the way she watches me now, possessive fire replacing that cool facade.
Flushed skin under suite lights, our whispers turning to promises neither can keep.
A trembling hold in that hotel room, my body battered from the game, her touch the only salve.
She's thawing, obsessed, ready to burn her legacy for me.
But what if the ice cracks first?
What if protecting me means losing us both?
A full-length sapphic age gap possessive sports erotic romance featuring a defiant rising hockey star and her mom's forbidden strategist.
