Madison

I've been to many sporting events covering the players I am assigned via Ruben's paper, but this is incredible. I've not been to a hockey game in quite some years, mainly I have been covering basketball and baseball. The crowd is insane, there are throngs of people outside the stadium and inside where we are right now.

"Ready for the spotlight, Petal?" He asks me as we move inside the building, his lips turned upwards, damn he has a cute smile and those icy blue eyes of his are doing things to my insides. I clench my thighs together and remind myself I must not get any designs on sleeping with Alex Stone. He is off limits as far as I am concerned, what gain would there be? Although, I guess a bit of fun wouldn't go amiss.

My bestie, April keeps banging on about the fact that I need to see some action. It has been a while and to be honest, the sex hasn't been that great with my previous boyfriends or lovers. I mean it's been okay but nothing I'd scream from the rooftops about.

It isn't like the kind of sex you read about in a Melanie Harlow or a Lucy Score book, nothing that makes me feel euphoric like I am floating on a cloud, nothing that has made me feel like I couldn't live without the other person's touch day in day out or wanting to curl up with them spoon positions at night. Nope. Popping the P here.

"Not really but I have to." I glower at him. He is all to blame for this situation, covering him is bad enough but having to be his fake girlfriend that is on him and his partying, man-whorish ways. Still, I can see what the fascination is with his broad shoulders, tatts up and down his arms, the V that goes below his waistband that I have noticed and don't even get me started on his big, masculine hands. I guarantee he knows how to pleasure a woman just as she likes it. My face flushes, shit now I am blushing just thinking about him curling a couple of fingers inside me hitting my G-spot.

"You okay, your face is kinda red?"

"Yes, I am fine. I don't want paps in my face." I tell him sternly.

"It will come with the territory, Petal. Nothing you can do about it. Let's go."

Alex stretches and arm out for me, I grab his hand. His long fingers curl around mine, electricity bolts through me. Does he notice it? Pretty sure he does by the way he is grinning from ear to ear.

"Alex, Alex, Alex." I can hear the chanting of his name. He smiles, waves and pulls me closer into him. I can smell his cinnamon and woodsy cologne; it smells divine and a fragrance I have started to get used to.

"You'll be fine, give them what they want." He tells me, his arm now firmly around my waist making me feel protected. Shit, I mean this is insane, they could easily get out of hand and mob him. Alex doesn't seem to be bothered by any of that, he takes it in his stride.

"Don't you get fed up with this?"

"No way, Petal. I worked hard all my life to become the best hockey player I could be. I am used to it now; I love that people support me. Without my loyal fans I wouldn't be here."

"I guess not." I mumble. It's true with his reputation over the last year, his management would have kicked him off the team. He has been skating way too close to the ice of late.

"Wave to them and then I'm going to kiss you."

"Not on your fucking life." I hiss at him. He doesn't listen, I wave as instructed before he bends his head down to mine and kisses me, whoa it feels good. Better than it should. His tongue is warm as it pushes easily into my mouth. What the fuck, am I giving him access just like that? I guess I am. It feels good, his breath is fresh and minty. His tongue swirls around mine, he nips at my lower lip and sucks on it sending heat straight from my pussy through my abdomen. I feel a rush to my head and become lightheaded. So, this is what they mean when they say he kissed me, and the earth moved. Holy Shit. What would sex with this man feel like.

Oops hold on, I am not supposed to be enjoying the sensation of his plump lips on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth nor the way his hand feels on my back. He brings his other hand up and runs his thumb along my jaw line, his ice blue eyes looking into mine. "You're a good kisser, Petal for an ice maiden." Then he draws away leaving me panting and wanting more. The fucker.

"Stuff you, Stone. I can do anything I want if I have to put on a performance. Happy now." He winks at me.

"More than you'll know my little ice maiden." I desperately want to flick him the finger, however, I don't want to be caught on camera as doing so. It wouldn't be good for my image nor for his public relations. Instead, when he reaches for my hand, I make sure to dig my nails into his palm.

"Feisty little vixen. I bet you'd leave scratches up and down my back."

"Not on your life, Buddy."

"We'll see about that. Tonight, Petal you will be begging me to touch you to allow my fingers to move deep inside you." He sniggers.

Holy Fuck, his words are making my clit ache and pulse. Dammit this isn't right. How on earth can you not like someone yet want to jump into bed with them and have wild, abandoned sex? The kind of sex that you know will make you feel like the earth has moved and completely undoes you.

His detail manages to carve a way through for us to the door marked private and opens it for us standing himself between us and the door not allowing anyone to get to us. "That was nuts." I exhale.

"Hey glad you could make it Stone." His coach greets him. "Only, I was beginning to think you weren't coming." He chuckles. I glance at the large clock on the wall, we're not late what is this guy's problem.

"I had business to take care of." He tells him. Er, what business? Where did he go after he went to practice this morning? Maybe, he snuck in a secret hook up. And why exactly is that bothering me? The thought of him having sex with another girl, kissing her like he just kissed me, makes my heart beat faster and I feel envious.

"You go to the VIP area, there will be some of the player's girlfriends and wives in there already. You can introduce yourself. I have to go get changed and meet up with the guys and have our pics taken pre-game."

"Wait, I am supposed to be taking pictures too." I stand with my hands on my hips. Go meet the other wives and girlfriends, huh? I don't want to go chat shit with women about hair and nails, I want and I need pictures. Without them, Ruben isn't even going to consider moving me up the ranks and for partnership.

He looks confused with his brows furrowed. "Alright then, come on. You can come into the locker room but no taking pictures of my manhood, that is for selected members only." He chuckles. I punch him in the arm.

"Your dick is the last thing on my mind." Oh God, I am such a heinous liar. He continues to chuckle and walks down the corridor to a red heavy door at the end that has away team written on it in bold, white letters.

Alex pushes it open, and I am taken aback by various players all down to their briefs. Wow what a sight. It's a girl's wet dream heaven. All those tan, buff bodies, narrow hips, and packages that look like they could stretch a girl and then some. I don't know where to put my eyes.

"Well, hi there, Madison." One of the guys shouts out. "You after something in particular." He laughs.

"Behave yourself." Alex says his voice firm. "She's here to take pictures of us now get dressed and make at it." He takes me by my arm. "Here wait in this area, you won't be hassled."

I take a seat on a wooden bench that is tucked away behind the main locker – changing area.

"So, she your new hook up then?" I hear a voice say.

"Mind your own business, Harlton." Alex's voice retorts.

"Well if she isn't mind if I take her out?" Is that guy for real? I am sitting right here; I can hear everything they say.

"She is off limits got it. She is my girlfriend, I thought I made that perfectly clear on the plane."

"Well, not clear enough obviously."

"You want me to sock you one?"

"Nope, just saying."

"Well keep it fucking shut. That goes for all of you. Madison Lane is not available today or tomorrow, not ever."

My jaw hangs to the ground, wtf? It's nothing to do with him after my six months is up. Angrily I stand up.

"Stop all talking about me as if I cannot hear you." They all look at me, thankfully they're dressed in their kit and ready to go, a girl can only take so much of hot bodies being on display.

Alex comes up to me, snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me close into his broad chest. He lowers his head, placing one hand at the back of my head and kisses me. It's soft, lingering and gentle. Yes, gentle. He literally takes my breath away. Ah, I see what he is doing. He's laying his claim on me to let them know that I am his.

Only I'm not his, am I? But if he continues kissing me like that god only knows what could happen and I cannot fall for this man. I just can't. Besides anything else, he is a player, he likes women far too much, he doesn't want to settle down, he has made that perfectly clear. Having come from divorced parents, his trust is low and there is no way he wants to even go there.

"Let's go play some hockey." He says when he comes up for air, the guys whistling around him and slap him on the back. I am left bewildered, my heart racing, my breath catching. Oh God, he is going to be damn well impossible to resist. I need a coat of armor.