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It's okay baby, you can tell me your trauma. This is a safe space

Unbuckling my belt, undoing my pants.

He did what to you?

Pants around my ankles, cock visibly getting harder

Wait, how old were you?

Pulls out the lube

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I’m here to blog my spicy reads….

I like dark romance and spicy romance books.

💜 dub con

💜 non con

💜 HEA is a must

💜 daddy dom MMC and submissive FMC

💜 masked men and stalker

💜 billionaire MMC

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I want to read a spicy book about an girl pretending to be a robot and gets used by the MMC

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She is narrating her trauma to her therapist while he slips his fingers into her pussy.

He licks her juices off his fingers and said, “and then what happened?” As he goes back into her pussy, curling his fingers inside her.

“He rape me.” She said between sobs.

“Shh” he soothes her still working his fingers in her. “I will make you feel better. Okay?”

She nods and slowly wides her legs.

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Spread out and tied up while he uses her body

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You loved it didn’t you?

#kink #noncon #dubcon #rapebait

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turns me on how much of a pathetic mess you become over my voice.. one “good girl” and you’re wet as fuck ready to bounce on it like a slut in heat

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hmmmmm come find me😇🥰

(Saying that you basically gave me free use on you )

You will forget about this ask and go on with your silly little life.

Untill you start noticing how some things in your room are not in their place , hearing strange noises at night arround the house.

Some day you will wake up in the middle of the night and you find in the night stand a Polaroid of a hand touching your asleep face with "sweet dreams angel" written in the bottom.

Shocked you look at the picture but a screek breaks the silence, you turn arround and you see me standing next to the bed.

I throw myself on top of your body holding your limbs , you try to fight you way out but it's pointless , holding you head tight as I force my fat cock inside you.

Covering your mouth I come close to your ear as I whisper " I found you" .

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I want a book where the couple are in a FWB relationship. The MMC says “we are not a couple. We can still see other people.” Then gets pissed and possessive when the MFC says the same thing.

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The urge to write a mm romance

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He traced the delicate line of her jaw, his touch feather-light but heavy with unspoken power.

“I didn’t want it to come to this, but this is the only way.”

As the drug took hold, an unsettling numbness spread through her limbs, rendering her further into sleep.

He reached for her phone and used her fingerprint to unlock it. Scrolling through her app, he went to her fertility app. He had made a calculated guess, and he was right. Today was her peak day, ovulation day.

He had only one goal in his mind; to make her pregnant.

He kissed the inside of her thighs, then her stomach. “You look so peaceful. So beautiful.” he stared up at her sleeping form.

He unclasped the buckle and unsnapped his belt. Unzipping the front, he wasted no time in taking them off. His eyes lingered on the baggy white tee she had worn to sleep that was nothing to the imagination.

Pavel reached into his slacks, wrapped his fingers around his cock, swiping his thumb over the pre-cum gathering at his tip as he stood over her. With his hands he smeared them along the shaft to ease his first few pumps of his fist.

He climbed onto the bed, planting his face at the nook of her neck, inhaling her smell and muttering against her skin, “I missed you so much.”

Pavel leaned close and lightly kissed her earlobe as his hand sneaked underneath her shirt, grabbing a handful of her breasts. “This will be over soon. I need you to get pregnant.”

She made him this way. She owned him, and she had infiltrated every part of his brain. It was only natural. She would be his, and he would be hers. They belong to each other and he would prove it. He moved his hand from her breast to down between her legs.

A moan escaped his lips as he pushed his finger inside her. Wet. Maybe it was because she was ovulating, but the twisted part of him preferred the idea that even in this state, Lily’s body knows she belongs to him.

“Shhhhhh, just stay asleep. I am here. You are safe.”

He kissed every part of her face, her neck, her cheeks, and finally, her mouth. “I need this… I need you.”

He positioned himself between her legs, widening them further. One hand pressed into the pillows by her head while the other guided his cock.

He slid the tip in and felt how tight she was.

She was soaking wet, but he enjoyed the sight of her slowly taking him. A low groan escaped him. The sensation of her was heavenly, he found himself lost in the moment, unable to think of anything beyond the warmth of her body.

Any hint of regret had left his mind the second he was inside her.

“This is the only way for us to be together forever.”

Her eyes closed, and the tip of his cock caught on the hood of her clit, followed by a wet, tacky sound that made him gasp. It provoked a faint, nearly inaudible moan from her lips, which caused his body to tense up at the sound.

He couldn’t stop, even if he wanted to. He didn’t care if somehow the drug wore off and she woke up. He would make her pregnant tonight and, if not tonight, then tomorrow or next, tomorrow or next month.

He impaled his entire cock inside of her.

“Fuck. You feel so good around my cock. I’m going to breed you, Lily. you are going to have my babies and they are going to have your eyes.”

He pulled her legs up and moved his hips closer to her. There was this primal urge to penetrate her deeper. He moved slowly, but he craved the depth and with each thrust, he made sure his pelvis pressed against her, barely an inch of his shaft visible from her pussy.

“If you saw yourself the way I see you, there would be no doubt about why I can’t let you go.” His hands raked through her exposed body, her breasts, her stomach, and he reached down where they merged, brushing over his cock as it penetrated her over and over.

Pavel was high and dizzy from the pleasure of having her in his arms again.

“Baby, I’m getting close. I’m going to cum in your pussy soon,” he said. “I’m going to fill your womb with my seed.” He grabbed her hips, pulling her pelvis close to his, so he could drive his thick cock deep in her womb and shoot his thick globs of cum directly into her cervix.

“We are so going to make beautiful babies,” he planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.

He had half a mind to leave her with his cum dripping out of her, but he could not allow her to know about this… visit. Using his fingers, he shoved the ones that leaked out back inside her and buried his head between her legs.

His tongue plunged inside her, licking her up and down. Then he sealed his lips around her while he sucked on her clit. It may be counterproductive but the last thing he wanted for any to spill when she woke up in the morning.

Pavel squeezed both ass cheeks in his hands and continued massaging her pussy lips and clit with his mouth, licking off the excess.

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“There is no need for me to go easy on you.”

“Have you been with a man before?”

“Huh?” she opened her eyes one right after the other.

He groaned, “I don’t like repeating myself. I asked if you are a fucking virgin?”

She cleared her throat. “Does it matter?”

He snickered. This girl didn’t know what she got herself into. He was not like any of her supposed boyfriends, who would shower her with kisses and whisper sweet nothing in her ear. For starters, he hated kissing. The mere idea of sharing saliva with someone gave him the ick. It might be counterintuitive, especially since he was considering his new doctor as a toy. The basis was that it required emotions and intimacy–something he was not interested in. For him, tonight was transactional.

She must have done this before, and he wouldn’t be taken in by her faux innocence. They all began the same way—acting pure—until they spotted an opportunity to make money.

“You are right. It doesn’t matter. I guess there is no need for me to go easy on you?”

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The hockey player x his physiotherapist

A snippet from HIS GOOPUCK CHARM

It was nearly freezing outside, but the buildings were a haven of warmth. The street is covered in pavement to keep it clean of rain and snow. She entered the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. A sense of anticipation built inside her. She had no idea what to expect, but thankfully she had her bag with her. It was filled with every essential thing a physiotherapist might need when called unexpectedly at 11pm at night.

The elevator doors opened and Ana stepped out into a lavish lobby. The walls were painted a deep red, and the floor was covered in a plush carpet. The space was filled with sleek, modern furniture and tasteful works of art, and she noticed the twinkling lights of the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Without warning, a shrill scream filled the air and a half-naked woman flew out of one of the rooms, crashing down to the ground.

“I swear. I didn’t mean for it to go out like that,” the woman pleaded, but Ana’s heart stopped when Luka Kuznetsov pounced from the room wearing only a long robe and matching loose trousers.

“Fucking bitch.” Luka stood tall and imposing, his eyes bloodshot from rage, his face contorted with fury. “I told you privacy, but you go around talking.” He bellowed with rage and tossed her clothes at her.

“Fine.” she spat out. “Its not like i need you anyway, you are the one that can’t play shit if you don’t fuck.”

Those words seemed to send Luka off because he grabbed her by the neck, his teeth gritted. “You are just a whore and will always be just a whore.”

She let out a crackling laughter.

Ana froze at the horrid sight before her. Her mind struggled to make sense of what she had just seen. The images seared into her brain, but her thoughts couldn’t yet grasp their meaning. A tumble of emotions crashed over her - fear, revulsion, panic - leaving her battered in their wake. She had heard stories about Luka’s aggressiveness on the ice rink, but seeing him treat a person like this made her skin crawl.

“Get dressed and get out of my house. I don’t want to see your face here.” he tossed wads of cash on her.

“Fuck you.” The girl scrambled to put on her dress, fumbling with her dress in haste, and folded up the money in her hand.

Ana stepped aside, letting the woman pass, her eyes wide with shock at the drama she witnessed.

“Get out of here while you can. He is a fucking monster.”

Ana stared at the door as it slammed shut and swallowed hard against the bile rising in her throat. The woman had left for a while, but she could not stop replaying what she had walked into.

“Are you going to stand there all night?”

She flinched. Her hand turned white from gripping the strap of the medic bag too tightly.

Luka stood with a glass of some amber liquid, still in his robe, revealing his chest.

Ana followed him into the bedroom, trying not to stare at the surrounding mess.

It was clearly obvious what happened here. There were traces of it. A condom wrapper lying on the floor, a tube of lube was squeezed flat, clothes littered and a half-empty bottle of whiskey was perched precariously on an end table.

She couldn’t imagine he did all this the night before his game. She tried to focus on what she was called here for and ignore the sour stench of sweat and sex. It didn’t matter what her patients did in their private time. She was here to do a job.

“This place is a mess, but just come on in.”

“It’s okay. I will set up now.” She straightened a part of the bed and prepared her oils while Luka leaned against the mirror, his hands crossed against his chest.

Luka’s gaze never left her as she moved around the room, setting up things on the table. His eyes roamed from her slender neck, her hair was fixed into a bun, his gaze dropped to her jeans that hugged her ass perfectly. He bit his lips as his mind conjured the inviting image of himself slamming into her ass.

“Lie down, sir,” she said, finally turning to him.

Luka covered the gap between them in two long strides and leaned down to her.

“ I brought some oil, so maybe they could help you sleep tonight.” She said, the words came out like a stutter.

She was still nervous around him. He knew he had that effect on people and obviously enjoyed that.

“Aren’t you a bit curious about who that girl was?”

The question caught Ana off guard. She blinked, her mind scrambling as she tried to make sense of what had just been asked. “I have no right. To be honest, it’s not my business.”

His eyes narrowed as he stared at her. Contemplating. There was something off about her. He couldn’t place a finger on it. He didn’t have time to be picky right now. She would have to work for now. Besides, if she revealed his secret, he would destroy her. That part was certain.

“There are many players who have their… pre-game ritual they do before they go for a big match, something that makes them feel lucky if you do say so.”

“Ah. My father has some lucky socks.” She paused. “It doesn’t work though.”

Luka parted his mouth for a moment, then nodded. “Hmm… Well, mine is different. I need to have sex before I play. It doesn’t matter who the person is, as long as it’s mind blowing good sex.”

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She left to follow the directions to a penthouse apartment in the heart of the city.

It was nearly freezing outside, but the buildings were a haven of warmth. The street is covered in pavement to keep it clean of rain and snow. She entered the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. A sense of anticipation built inside her. She had no idea what to expect, but thankfully she had her bag with her. It was filled with every essential thing a physiotherapist might need when called unexpectedly at 11pm at night.

The elevator doors opened and Ana stepped out into a lavish lobby. The walls were painted a deep red, and the floor was covered in a plush carpet. The space was filled with sleek, modern furniture and tasteful works of art, and she noticed the twinkling lights of the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Without warning, a shrill scream filled the air and a half-naked woman flew out of one of the rooms, crashing down to the ground.

“I swear. I didn’t mean for it to go out like that,” the woman pleaded, but Ana’s heart stopped when Luka Kuznetsov pounced from the room wearing only a long robe and matching loose trousers.

“Fucking bitch.” Luka stood tall and imposing, his eyes bloodshot from rage, his face contorted with fury. “I told you privacy, but you go around talking.” He bellowed with rage and tossed her clothes at her.

“Fine.” she spat out. “Its not like i need you anyway, you are the one that can’t play shit if you don’t fuck.”

Those words seemed to send Luka off because he grabbed her by the neck, his teeth gritted. “You are just a whore and will always be just a whore.”

She let out a crackling laughter.

Ana froze at the horrid sight before her. Her mind struggled to make sense of what she had just seen. The images seared into her brain, but her thoughts couldn’t yet grasp their meaning. A tumble of emotions crashed over her - fear, revulsion, panic - leaving her battered in their wake. She had heard stories about Luka’s aggressiveness on the ice rink, but seeing him treat a person like this made her skin crawl.

“Get dressed and get out of my house. I don’t want to see your face here.” he tossed wads of cash on her.

“Fuck you.” The girl scrambled to put on her dress, fumbling with her dress in haste, and folded up the money in her hand.

Ana stepped aside, letting the woman pass, her eyes wide with shock at the drama she witnessed.

“Get out of here while you can. He is a fucking monster.”

Ana stared at the door as it slammed shut and swallowed hard against the bile rising in her throat. The woman had left for a while, but she could not stop replaying what she had walked into.

“Are you going to stand there all night?”

She flinched. Her hand turned white from gripping the strap of the medic bag too tightly.

Luka stood with a glass of some amber liquid, still in his robe, revealing his chest.

Ana followed him into the bedroom, trying not to stare at the surrounding mess.

It was clearly obvious what happened here. There were traces of it. A condom wrapper lying on the floor, a tube of lube was squeezed flat, clothes littered and a half-empty bottle of whiskey was perched precariously on an end table.

She couldn’t imagine he did all this the night before his game. She tried to focus on what she was called here for and ignore the sour stench of sweat and sex. It didn’t matter what her patients did in their private time. She was here to do a job.

“This place is a mess, but just come on in.”

“It’s okay. I will set up now.” She straightened a part of the bed and prepared her oils while Luka leaned against the mirror, his hands crossed against his chest.

Luka’s gaze never left her as she moved around the room, setting up things on the table. His eyes roamed from her slender neck, her hair was fixed into a bun, his gaze dropped to her jeans that hugged her ass perfectly. He bit his lips as his mind conjured the inviting image of himself slamming into her ass.

“Lie down, sir,” she said, finally turning to him.

Luka covered the gap between them in two long strides and leaned down to her.

“ I brought some oil, so maybe they could help you sleep tonight.” She said, the words came out like a stutter.

She was still nervous around him. He knew he had that effect on people and obviously enjoyed that.

“Aren’t you a bit curious about who that girl was?”

The question caught Ana off guard. She blinked, her mind scrambling as she tried to make sense of what had just been asked. “I have no right. To be honest, it’s not my business.”

His eyes narrowed as he stared at her. Contemplating. There was something off about her. He couldn’t place a finger on it. He didn’t have time to be picky right now. She would have to work for now. Besides, if she revealed his secret, he would destroy her. That part was certain.

“There are many players who have their… pre-game ritual they do before they go for a big match, something that makes them feel lucky if you do say so.”

“Ah. My father has some lucky socks.” She paused. “It doesn’t work though.”

Luka parted his mouth for a moment, then nodded. “Hmm… Well, mine is different. I need to have sex before I play. It doesn’t matter who the person is, as long as it’s mind blowing good sex.”

She blinked, a million things running through her mind as she waited for him to continue.

“The team has an upcoming game tomorrow. A lot is riding on it… a lot is riding on me. You see where I’m going with this?”

“Not sure if I say I do.”

“Why do you think I would call you here late at night when I just drove that girl out?”

Ana took a step back now, but her leg hit the bed. “I.. i... i just came to give your treatment, help with your pain and...”

He advanced on her with a feral gaze, closing the distance between them as she shrank away in fear. Her feet knocked against the bed, falling onto its soft mattress.

In the next second, her body was pinned beneath him. Luka’s face held an icy mask of determination as he leaned down, planting his elbow on either side of her body to take the weight off of her fragile frame.

She pushed herself from underneath him because he allowed her to. If he wanted, he would take her here and now with such ease. Luka knew if he wanted to use her as his toy tonight, he had to convince her in some ways.

“This is crazy, don’t you think so?” She said with a nervous chuckle.

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The morning sun peeked over the horizon, casting a warm golden glow on the streets as Luka laced up his running shoes. His night had been anything but restful, filled with swirling emotions that had left him feeling both exhilarated and confused.

When Luka was stressed, he would exercise, but that day had been a rest day from practice. The coach had warned them not to come to the training center, so he went for a run. He had been jogging for hours now, the rhythmic sound of his footsteps matching the beating of his restless heart

He ran through the familiar paths of the park, like a bolt from the blue, images of Ana's face flashed in his mind. The way she looked at him before he kissed her, the softness of her lips against his—everything about that moment replayed in his thoughts like a broken record. He tried to push those thoughts away, to compartmentalize them, but they kept creeping back, refusing to be ignored.

"Fuck. I shouldn't have kissed her," Luka muttered to himself, his breaths coming out in short gasps as he picked up his pace. "Don't think. Don't think. Don't think."

The truth was, Luka didn't know how to process what had happened between him and Ana. he did what he did best, push it down. Bury it. Run.

So he ran.

He ran to escape his thoughts, to keep himself busy, hoping that if he kept moving, he wouldn't have time to think about a woman he was literally paying for sex. The rhythmic pounding of his feet against the pavement provided a temporary distraction, a way to numb the confusion and uncertainty that swirled within him.

As he rounded a bend in the park, he felt his body protesting from the exertion. He was exhausted, physically and emotionally. But he couldn't stop, not yet. With each step, he felt the tension in his body ease, and for a fleeting moment, the girl who had kept him up all night was pushed to the periphery of his thoughts.

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HIS GOODPUCK CHARM : A hockey player x doctor romance

CHAPTER 1

The air hung thick with the stench of alcohol and despair, a daily reminder that this was Ana’s reality- an endless, bitter cycle of broken days.

Beer bottles and lottery tickets were scattered across the floor like a haphazard mosaic around her drunken father’s armchair.

The familiar dark thoughts crept up again as she filled another trash bag, the litany of ways she could end her suffering for good. A fistful of the pills from the medicine cabinet or maybe a rope tied to one of the ceiling fan blades. She contemplated whether the rope would hold up or snap, causing her to fall with a snapping thud.

What a terrible way to die- not the hanging, but the fall.

Who would mourn for her if she died? Certainly not her father. Despite hoping, he loved her somewhere beneath the tangle of his addiction.

Her brother would miss her. He was only thirteen. She couldn’t leave him; even with their shattered family, it remained her responsibility to protect him. Someone had to hold on to the wreckage of their sad excuse for a life, much as she yearned at times to let it go. She stayed- existing, not living, and warding off the darkness as best she could.

“Shit. It’s morning.” Her father’s voice tore into her thoughts. “Why didn’t you wake me? I can’t be late. Have you seen my lucky socks?”

“Err… no.”

“I got some money and I know if I have those socks, I’ll win big,” he muttered to himself, annoyed as he looked back at her. “What are you doing today? Just being lazy at home?” he hissed.

“I was thinking of looking for a job today.” Her words came out like a stutter.

“What about that waitress job? At least that brought in some cash.”

She no longer felt comfortable serving drinks to middle-aged men, who never kept their hands to themselves. “I quit last week.”

“Stupid. You could have studied a real profession. Be a real doctor or nurse. That way I could see the benefits of you going to college, but what do we have to show for it? Nothing but debts and more debts.”

Of course, he blamed her schooling for their debts, never realizing it was his gambling that caused the problem. He conveniently forgot that Ana had paid for most of the tuition fees, including those of her brother Danny.

Besides, she was a real doctor. She just had to find a job that matched her degree as a physiotherapist, in order to alleviate their financial burden.

They probably would have been homeless too if they hadn't lived in her late grandmother’s house, which was why the house screamed of old age and in dire need of renovation.

With a deep sigh, Ana set to work. She grabbed a trash bag from the kitchen and began to pick up the empty bottles, wincing at the sound of clinking glass. The task was a familiar one - she had done it so many times before that it became almost automatic.

“I paid to feed you, clothe you and what do I get?” He bent down and fished out a small pair of socks from the bottom of his laundry basket. One of which had a large hole in the sole where his big toe poked through. “Bunch of college debts and a nuisance, that’s all you are. I was going to be a professional soccer player. I had the scholarship too, then your mother tells me she is pregnant. Puff. There goes my dream and now I have just you. At least Danny was a choice.”

Ana’s hands tightened into fists as her father spoke. Each word felt like a searing hot knife slicing through her, and the mix of sadness and anger he stirred in her grew so thick that it almost left her gasping for breath. She wished she could believe him when he said something nice, but years of experience had taught her otherwise. His words acted like arrows aimed straight at the center of her heart.

It’s said that the more often you hear something, the more likely it is to become true. He kept on telling her she was worthless and a bad luck—maybe he was right.

He stumbled out of the house. From his expression, he could very well be gone for days or weeks. Silently, she prayed for the latter.

A text message appeared on her phone screen. She squinted at it, not quite believing what she was reading. She read it again–this time out loud–and a wave of hope filled her.

Congratulations, you are hired.

This was a job she had applied for months ago. They wanted her. If her memory served her right, she bombed the interview. She had stuttered and forgotten most of her answers.

Great. This was a sign that her luck was turning around. She checked the time for the interview, two hours from now. Christ. It was on the other side of town and, considering, she didn’t have enough cash to spare for a taxi. It was wise to leave earlier.

She sped through the cleaning, got dressed, and was out the door.

***

Checking the address one more time, she glanced at the building.

It was a training center for the most popular hockey team. The Crestmont Giants.

The building loomed ahead, its glass windows reflecting the bright sunlight on a dazzling display. From the outside, it appeared almost fierce with its sleek modern design and heavy metal doors that seemed to suggest a place of intense physical exertion.

She moved further through the hallway until she found an ice rink. It was filled with fluorescent lights flickering above the ice, casting a pale blue glow over the entire space. There was a group of players practicing their shots, sending pucks flying into the net with precision and power.

The rink was bustling with activity, but one player caught her attention immediately. He was tall and big, with an intense expression on his face as he skated back and forth with incredible speed and agility.

Ana watched as the player 24 received a pass and fired a shot. His movements were mesmerizing but intimidating.

She was captivated by his skill and athleticism, though a shiver of fear ran down her spine at the thought of working closely with someone like him.

Suddenly, the coach’s voice cut through the air, loud and urgent. “Hey, take it easy.”

The player didn’t seem to hear him at first, so focused on his practice session, causing the coach to yell out again, even louder this time. “I said calm down, Kuznetsov, dammit!”

This time, the player slowed down his movements, taking a few deep breaths to steady himself.

“Kuznetsov.” She mouthed the name. Even though she was not really a big fan of hockey, she knew who Luka Kuznetsov was. Everyone knew.

He skated over to the boards with heavy breaths, his chest heaving with exertion, where the coach was standing. With a grunt, he removed his helmet, revealing a sweaty mess of hair and a face flushed with effort. They seemed to be talking when his gaze lifted up to her, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity that was almost frightening.

“I said no fucking visitors.”

Ana could not move, her feet rooted to the spot by the sheer force of his presence.

The coach turned around.

“I’m here for an interview. I got a text.” She reached for her phone.

Luka’s face tilted, sizing her up.

Before she said another word, the powdered-haired man came forward. “Coach Steve. Hi. You must be Ana.”

“Yeah. Hello.”

He turned, “Kuznetsov, be respectful. She is the physiotherapist we hired, can't have you scare her like the last one?”

“Last one?”

“Oh, never mind that.” The coach waved his hand dismissively. “Do you have your CV here?”

They walked ahead, leaving the ice rink as she handed him the paper. “Err… this is my first job since I graduated last year and I know you would like to have someone with experience, but I assure you—”

“You got the job. I’m not in the position to look for another.” He shifted in his stand, pulling on his trousers as he added, “We might do a trial but just make sure you do a good job.”

“Hey you,” he called out, shoving his helmet at one of the gym staff.

“Her name is Ana.” The couch snapped, before turning to her, “right?”

She nodded.

“Whatever. Let’s see what you got.”

For a second, she was cut off guard. What did he want from her? An obvious look on the coach reminded her.

“Oh right. Do you have any special needs, any joint pains perhaps?” her voice was soft and hesitant, as she stumbled over her words.

He said nothing but continued his walk ahead, pushing through a blue door to a private room.

The coach nudged his head, and she scurried out, thanking the coach one more time.

***

The office was a bright, airy space with white walls and large windows letting in plenty of natural light. The floor was made of a soft, padded material that’s easy on the feet. The room was furnished with a comfortable massage table covered with a clean white sheet, a few chairs, and a desk with a computer on it. She took a break from admiring what could be her office to find Luka undressing.

He peeled off his shirt, the sinewy ridges of his muscles flexed. She struggled to keep her eyes from wandering over him but couldn’t help but marvel at how toned, chiseled, and strikingly handsome he was.

“Is this okay for you?”

Ana jolted back to reality and swallowed hard. “No problem. Whatever you feel comfortable with.” her gaze dropped down to her fidgeting hands.

She silently prayed that he hadn’t noticed her ogling him like a love-struck schoolgirl.

Ana tried to ignore the heat that spread through her body as she began the therapy session. She slipped on a pair of gloves. Despite her obvious nervousness, Ana tried her best to appear confident and professional, or this could be the last day she ever worked here. She straightened her back, stood by the cot.

“Do you have a particular concern?”

“Just give me a little of everything.”

He collapsed onto the treatment table, winced as Ana began to massage his sore muscles.

“Wow, do you grate cheese on this thing?” She said, feeling his abs in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Luka’s face remained stern and unsmiling, his brow was furrowed, his lips pressed tightly together. There was no sign he thought her joke was funny.

She muttered an apology, clearing her throat. “Sorry. I say simple jokes when I’m nervous”

Well, this was going super great.

He groaned as she dug into the knots in his shoulders. She was determined to pass this interview or test or whatever it was, but every time their eyes met, she felt a warmth spreading through her body that she couldn’t ignore.

Ana tried to focus her attention on the sound of the blades on the ice, with its reverberations bouncing off the walls, periodically interrupted by shouts from Luka’s teammates.

It was hard with Luka’s eyes fixed on her actions. She couldn’t focus with his watchful stare. Finally, she moved to his legs, determined to get rid of the stiffness in his knees. She gently bent his leg and began massaging the thigh, working her way up towards his groin area.

Before she could think twice about it, Ana’s hand had slipped up Luka’s thigh and grabbed hold of his balls. She felt a wave of shock wash over her. “Oh, shoot.” She exclaimed. “I’m so sorry.”

“What the hell?” He frowned, sitting up. “You know, one rule of this job is being professional.” His voice hinted of anger.

“I’m so- sorry. I- i was distracted. It was not intentional.”

“I could sue for sexual abuse and misconduct.”

“Please. I promise–

He picked up his gears and clothes, walking out of the office, not bothering with the rest of her words.

Yep. Her shitty luck was at play again. She laid her head against the wall, banging her head. “Why can’t you do anything right?”

After a few moments, the coach pushed his head into the office. “You okay in there?”

“Yeah. umm...” her face cradled on her jaw, “I think I may have blown it.” she confessed, there was no use in hiding it.

“Really?” The coach looked confused, “that wasn’t what he said.”

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