Fancy a little pegging action with your hockey romance? If so, don't miss MISCONDUCT. Yeah baby, you know it's gonna be so hot you'll be sweating steam!
When two people who thrive on taking charge collide—in and out of the bedroom—the results are explosive.
Me, manage the Vipers hockey team? Well, that’s my role now. Shame a gorgeous, cocky goaltender is testing my patience. Sweet cheeks—really, is that any way to refer to the boss? Dustin “Speed” Reed certainly seems to think so.
I escape to my billionaire father’s paradise retreat to regroup, but Dustin decides to come along for the ride.
Then the tension really heats up, hotter than the scorching midday sun. I want to slap him and kiss him. Push him away and rip off his clothes.
The feeling is mutual—a potent cocktail of anger mixed with lust. I know we shouldn’t. It can’t end well, especially when I’m going give him the sack as soon as I push him out of it.
But what’s the fun in having rules if no one ever breaks them? I’ll take what I can, give him what he wants and worry about balancing the books tomorrow. Surely my heart will be fine.
Me, manage the Vipers hockey team? Well, that’s my role now. Shame a gorgeous, cocky goaltender is testing my patience. Sweet cheeks—really, is that any way to refer to the boss? Dustin “Speed” Reed certainly seems to think so.
I escape to my billionaire father’s paradise retreat to regroup, but Dustin decides to come along for the ride.
Then the tension really heats up, hotter than the scorching midday sun. I want to slap him and kiss him. Push him away and rip off his clothes.
The feeling is mutual—a potent cocktail of anger mixed with lust. I know we shouldn’t. It can’t end well, especially when I’m going give him the sack as soon as I push him out of it.
But what’s the fun in having rules if no one ever breaks them? I’ll take what I can, give him what he wants and worry about balancing the books tomorrow. Surely my heart will be fine.
