Aside from the above, this book contains detailed MF sex scenes that include elements of dom（me）/sub, impact play, anal play, bondage, breath play, toy use, pegging, and praise.
STAR SIGNS
TESS: Gemini （air）： playful, curious, passionate
RYAN: Virgo （earth）： methodical, committed, kind
RYAN’S TOP FIVE FAVORITE TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS
All of the Girls You Loved Before
Enchanted （Live）
Daylight
Lavender Haze
I Knew You Were Trouble （Taylor’s Version）
MEET THE RAYS
PLAYERS
Davidson, Tyler “Dave-O” （#65）： backup goalie Fields, Ethan （#94）： forward
Gerard, Jean-Luc “J Lo” （#6）： defenseman Gordon, Sam “Flash”： rookie, non-starter Hanner, Paul （#24）： defenseman Jones, Brayden “Jonesy”： rookie, non-starter Karlsson, Henrik （#17）： forward Langley, Ryan （#20）： forward
Morrow, Cole （#3）： defenseman
Novikov, Lukas “Novy” （#22）： defenseman O’Rourke, Patrick “Patty”： rookie, non-starter O’Sullivan, Josh “Sully” （#19）： forward, Captain Perry, David “DJ” （#13）： forward Price, Ilmari “Mars” （#31）： starting goalie Price, Jake （#42）： defenseman
Walsh, Cade （#10）： forward
West, Connor “Westie”： rookie, non-starter
COACHES
Andrews, Brody: Assistant Coach （defense） Denison, Nick: Assistant Coach （offense） Johnson, Harold “Hodge”： Head Coach Tomlin, Eric: Goalie Coach
TEAM SUPPORT
Gordon, Jerry: Assistant Equipment Manager Price, Caleb: Assistant Equipment Manager
MEDICAL SUPPORT
Brady, Brad: Interim Director of Physical Therapy O’Connor, Teddy: PT intern
Price, Rachel: Barkley Fellow
Tyler, Scott: Team Doctor
OPERATIONS/MANAGEMENT
Francis, Vicki: Operations Manager Ortiz, Claribel: Social Media Manager St. James, Poppy: Public Relations Director Talbot, Mark: General Manager
OTHER NOTABLE CHARACTERS
Ford, Joey: Out of the Net
Gerard, Lauren: J-Lo’s wife
Kline, Mike: Ryan’s agent
Lemming, Cheryl: Out of the Net Lemming, Nancy: Out of the Net O’Sullivan, Shelby: Sully’s wife Owens, Troy: Tess’s estranged husband Owens, Bea: Tess’s mother-in-law Putnam, Charlie: Tess’s lawyer
BEACH DAY: BONUS SCENE
Tess and Ryan first met at the beach when Ryan accidentally kicked a soccer ball at her head. As far as anyone else knows, that is the extent of their relationship. The following was presented as a bonus scene linked at the end of PUCKING AROUND. Only Tess and Ryan know this moment happened.
Now you know too.
To quote Dua Lipa, “One kiss is all it takes…”
TESS
Listen, I love the beach as much as the next girl. I’ll take literally any excuse to rock a supercute sunhat and some high-waisted bikini bottoms. I especially love lounging on a beach towel with a gallon of iced tea, watching as an entire team of sexy hockey players kick a soccer ball around. Hot men oiled up with sunscreen, those rippling muscles flexing in the bright afternoon sun? Not a bad way to spend the day.
Here's what I don’t love about the beach: the sand. I mean, enough with the sand already. It gets everywhere! Between your toes, under your boobs, up your booty crack. I made the colossal mistake of putting on some chapstick, and then I was licking tiny little grains off my lips for the rest of the day.
Don’t even get me started on the status of my hair. I bet I’ve got half the beach hiding in my curls. Testing my theory, I give my thick ponytail a little shake. I groan as I feel a dusting of sand hit my shoulders.
Yeah, fuck you, sand.
Hopping up the back steps of Jake Compton’s house, I shift my beach bag on my sunburned shoulder with a wince, reaching out to tap in the security code. Rachel and the rest of the Rays are still out at the beach, but I’ve had about all I can take of this feeling of sand creeping up my ass. I’m ready to shower.
And my poor ginger skin needs a break from the relentless sun. I can already feel the heat radiating off me. A few hours from now, I’ll be crawling onto Rachel’s lap with a bottle of aloe vera, begging her to ease my suffering.
Or maybe I can find a strong, sexy Ray to rub aloe into my skin…
Down, girl.
I put on a good show earlier, relentlessly teasing Rachel about how I was going to start a humane society for homeless Rays. But I wasn’t serious…okay, I wasn’t entirely serious.
Fine, I was serious, but purely as a thought experiment. No action. Nope. No sex for Tess this weekend. As much as I might enjoy the idea of a night of debauchery with an insanely handsome and ripped professional hockey player, Rachel Price is my best friend. I don’t want to do anything to upset her balance here. And hooking up with one of her players? One of her patients?