The Pucking Arrangement by A J Summers

I knew Dmitri Sokolov was a bad idea the second I felt his eyes on me.
Brooding single dad.
My brother’s teammate.
And way too easy to picture on top of me.

I told myself I could handle it.
Watch his daughter. Live under his roof. Do my brother a favor.
No big deal.
What I didn’t account for was the way he looks at me.
Like he knows exactly how I’ll sound when I unravel beneath him.
Because Dmitri doesn’t just touch.
He claims.
He wrecks.
And once he gets his hands on you, he doesn’t stop until you’re shaking, gasping, and completely undone.
But if I let myself fall…
I won’t just lose control.
I’ll forget I ever wanted it.