Pucked

I have zero interest in legendary hockey player Alex Waters or his pretty, beat-up face and six-pack abs. Having a famous pro athlete for a stepbrother means I'm aware that a lot of these guys are notorious f-boys. The only hockey games I attend are under duress.

That is, until Alex starts talking books to me. Then he becomes more than just a hot body with the face to match. And soon I discover just how good Alex is with the hockey stick in his pants.

But I consider our night of orgasmic magic just that: one night . Except Alex starts to call. And text. And email and send extravagant - and quirky - gifts.

Suddenly, he's too difficult to ignore and nearly impossible not to like.

The problem?
Alex is a total player.
And me?
I don't want to be part of the game.