I’m the bad boy of hockey. I score goals—and make headlines. My latest fight bought me a three-game suspension and a brand-new babysitter.
Tori Prince. Ice Queen, hedge fund shark—and the team owner’s daughter. Now we’re neighbors and she runs my life like a hostile takeover: no partying, a strict curfew, mandatory sessions with the team’s psychologist. Smile for the cameras. Stay out of trouble. Don’t give her father’s franchise another reason to regret keeping me. One more screw-up and I lose my contract. Pissed off, I push back. Hard.
Except Tori doesn’t flinch. She’s all perfect curves and ruthless self-control—and I may have finally met my match. Which only makes me want to undo her more. Every glare she gives me feels like a dare, and the closer she stands, the harder it is to remember why we can’t cross the line.
Then we do.
One kiss turns into her hands fisting my jersey, her panties on my floor, the rules between us shattered. And if our secret leaks? I’m off the roster, she’s Wall Street’s punchline, and the Coastal Crushers get scorched by the fallout.
