Hayes Wilder is a walking red flag, warning me to stay away. And yet, all I can think about are his calloused hands on my skin. He’s a total player, on and off the ice, but right now, the only playing he wants to do is with me.

Sneaking around isn’t easy, especially when you live in a small town where nothing stays hidden. And when our secret ends up in the wrong hands, decisions and regrets come as a package.

And here I find myself taking him home while he is drunk out of his mind, and clearly has some memory lost. But hell, I can not win an in argument saying he isn’t adorable right now.

“Hi.”

I giggle softly. “Hi. We need to get you undressed.”

He nods. “Okay, but then you have to leave.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I have a girlfriend.” It looks like he’s trying to focus, but it’s not going well. “And I’m sure you’re great, but she’s the only one that’s allowed to ride my dick like a rodeo.”

“Well that’s good.” I say through a laugh.

He thrashes his head from side to side and then stops, eyes widening like he realized on how bad of an idea that is.