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    They disappeared down a dark corridor and he tried the first door he found, discovering a small utility closet. The look Heath tossed her over his shoulder was all lust, no restraint, and she got lost in it in the most delicious way. When he pulled her into the closet, she couldn’t help but grin.
    “This is insane,” she whispered, but her lips were on him as soon as they could be and her fingers were ripping at his belt, trying to push those pants off his hips as fast as she possibly could.
    “What? You don’t like playing a little dirty sometimes, Sable?” he growled in her ear, before his tongue snaked along her earlobe and he caught it between his teeth.
    The shudder that passed through Sable was violent now and she didn’t hold back the whimper that rose to her lips. Yes, he was everything that she was supposed to hate, and yes, she’d said that she was totally and utterly done with these hockey macho men for life, but there was something about Heath that took down all her walls faster than she could build him.
    Cocky, impossible, and smug, but despite his words, he looked at her like he really, really fucking wanted her, and not just because she was a dark-haired curvy babe, but because she could challenge him. And why did she melt like butter for him? Well, that was a can of worms Sable didn’t feel like opening up at that very moment.
    Regardless, when he unbuttoned her pants and pressed them down enough to slip his hand between her legs, she moaned throatily and then sucked in a breath that came far too heavily. She hadn’t even realized it, but she was already completely drenched for him. When her hand clutched around his already-throbbing shaft, she knew she wasn’t the only one going all in on this.
    He was thick as hell, and when she ran her palm along the length a few times experimentally, her eyes threatened to roll back in her head. He was huge! Not only thick, but long and veiny and everything she wasn’t supposed to daydream about, but was sure that she’d think about again and again after this little… whatever this was.
    “That’s it,” Heath hissed, sucking on her earlobe as his coarse fingers started to slick over her wet cunt, teasing her mercilessly.
    Her knees were already buckling by the time he pushed two fingers inside of her, scissoring her with his hand bent at an awkward angle, but apparently that was no bother for the big bear hockey player. His fingers were utterly strong and she loved the way his forearm flexed against her as they taunted one another, her jerking him off and him letting his hand make her squirm around him.
    “You’re a fucking prick,” Sable hissed, half-serious, half-delirious with lust.
    “I am,” he promised, grinning. “But I’ll be your prick tonight.”
    With that, he pulled his fingers out of her and Sable whimpered at the feeling of emptiness. But she caught his drift and they pushed down one another’s pants enough to provide some sorely needed access. She was loath to take her hand off his cock, but when he grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, making her brace herself against some shelves, a wicked grin crossed her lips.
    So maybe this was exactly what she’d come for.
    Sable heaved in a quick breath as Heath pushed his cock to her wet slit, holding it there so that he was almost entering her, but not quite. When she tried to buck back against him, he stopped her, his hands holding on tight to her hips. But she still heard that strangled groan of desire that he let out when she rubbed against him.
    “Is this what you need?” he asked, his voice low and strained.
    “No, but it’s what I want,” Sable replied, looking over her shoulder. “Fuck me already, you asshole.”
    “Yes, ma’am,” he said mockingly, and she could practically hear him rolling his eyes.
    But none of that mattered when he finally pushed in, filling her inch by inch. Neither one of them wanted to be gentle, so when Sable let out a wailing scream