The Captain's Darkest Sin

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the cold, empty arena. I didn't stop to take a breath. I reached dow

scent filled my chest. It was drifting through the vents from the top floor where the staff offices were. She w

ipping off my chin. The ice was tore up around my skates, but

ffice overlooking the rink

I didn't plan on talking to her. I told myself I was just going to grab a bottle of water from the lounge and

upper floor, the lights in

ll. She looked exhausted. Her long dark hair was starting to come loose from its neat style, and she w

he washroom door, stepped insid

I tried to pull back, tried to tell myself that cornering her aga

ll, pushed the washroom do

ing cold water over her face. She looked up, her dark e

, grabbing a paper towel to dry her fac

ehind me, pushed the door sh

ic

ound echoed

until her lower back hit the edge of the smooth counter. "Turn

ow and rough as I took two steps forward, taking up al

against the counter behind her to steady herself. "We sign

was inches from hers. The heat coming off her skin was so strong it made my head spin. "You've

to glare at me. "I was fixing the schedule your old man

ht next to her hip, trapping her. "I can't sleep. My inne

fear even though her breathing was starting to speed up. "You're supposed

wn until my nose brushed against the soft skin of her jaw. "You sta

whispered, though sh

," I

hand around her waist, pullin

let out a soft gasp, her hands coming up to grip my shoulders. She meant to

gy between us broke

k eyes wide and full of a wild, da

energy rising fast, turning my eyes red in the dim li

g, breathless second, her chest

ou," she

s around my neck and pul

l the anger, tension, and fake politeness fr

ye level with me. She wrapped her legs around my hips, her fingers tangling i

flat against mine, my inner demon roaring with victory. I pulled my lips from

head falling back against the

tive spot right over her pulse point. The urge to mark her right then

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to the executive

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ly across the floor outside the wash

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gs tightening around my waist as she stared at the closed door. I held my breath

ight voice called o

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to the washroom. "I brought you some late-night coffee from that shop you

her face. I didn't move a muscle, holding her pi

d right outside

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wn, hitting the dea

The handle jiggled again, harder this time.