Priest

I've always had one rule: only date younger girls who worship me.

Until her.

The sexy rink manager who sees right through my bullshit.

A stupid bet forced me to ask Rayn to the team's New Year's party.

Those curves wrapped in a pencil skirt haunt my dreams.

She's five years older and a thousand times smarter than me.

Then I find myself pinning her against her office wall.

Her lips taste like victory and something I've never had—a challenge.

My teammates think this is just another conquest.

My body says she's everything I never knew I needed.

She's supposed to be researching hockey players, not stealing my heart.

Now I need to prove I'm more than just a golden boy with a stick.

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Rayn

He's the campus playboy with a cocky smile.

He's also five years younger.

And the key to finishing my thesis.

Managing testosterone-fueled hockey players wasn't in my job description.

Neither was Priest Baxter asking me to be his date.

His green eyes promise trouble I don't have time for.

One moment he's driving me crazy with his charm.

The next he's pressing me against my desk after hours.

My thesis needs access to his team.

My body needs access to what's under that jersey.

I'm about to break my own rule about dating athletes.

If only I knew whether I'm just another name on his scorecard.