The Enforcer's Puck Bunny: A Filthy Hockey Obsession Romance

I swore I'd never touch Grace Ronan again after that first time her body pressed against mine in the tunnel. The league sees me as nothing but the enforcer with the scar and the fists, yet she looks at me like she wants to be claimed where anyone could hear the crowd above. Her professional smile hides the submission she craves and the doubt that anyone could want her for more than her curves. My need to own her completely wars with the knowledge that one mistake could end my contract and her reputation both.

The equipment room door clicks shut, and that is where I stop swearing off her. She waits there for me, hair pushed back from the hidden tattoo, ready to be told what happens next. I keep telling myself the next time will be the last.