Power Pucking Play (Chicago Blades)

1. Chapter

Lexi

" T his is your idea of quiet?"

I ignore the question—and the deep voice it belongs to—as I fumble to flick on the light switch in my hotel room. Beneath my ridiculously high heels, the vibrant hum of the NHL All-Star Game afterparty echoes faintly from the grand ballroom below.

Up here, the party feels like miles away. Worlds, even.

A haze of neon lights still dances in my mind, melding with the rush of adrenaline and laughter that seemed to spill out of every corner of the event.

I give up trying to located the light switch and lean back against the door, my heart racing, not just from the drinks, but from the man beside me.

Giovanni De Luca.

It's a name I've cursed in my columns many times. I never expected to be standing in the same hotel room with him. Just the two of us.

But here he is, his tall, muscular frame looming over me. His dark hair is tousled, and his green eyes smolder as he leans in, trapping me against the door behind me.

I narrow my eyes at him, trying not to let his towering presence throw me off. “You’re welcome to leave if it’s too loud for you.”

He grins. “This is nothing compared to a locker room full of hockey players.”

I roll my eyes and reach for the hem of my dress, ready to peel it off and get under the cold sheets, when Gio stops me with a hand on my waist.

“Hey,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to mine. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

I hesitate. This is Gio De Luca, the notorious troublemaker of the NHL, the player who has broken more noses on the ice than he has hearts off of it.

My best friend's older brother. What the fuck am I doing?

My eyes flicker over his face, searching for any hint of insincerity behind the charming smile he always wears. But all I find is heat and desire burning in his gaze.

In that moment, I know I'm crossing a line. A line I never thought I would cross. A line that I probably wouldn't be crossing if I hadn't heard two senior journalists laughing about my new promotion in the elevator just an hour earlier.

I shake my head, trying to clear it of those thoughts.

I push away my doubts and lean in, pressing my lips against his as my hands tangle in his hair. The heat between us is electric, igniting a fire that has been simmering for far too long.

His breath smells like whiskey and bad decisions, and as our lips collide in another clumsy kiss, I can't help but think that this may be the biggest mistake of my career.

But at this moment, all thoughts of work and consequences are pushed to the back of my mind.

All I can focus on is Gio's touch. His lips on my neck. His hands roaming over my body as he reaches for the zipper on my dress.

I feel the heat of his breath against my skin as Gio's fingers graze the hem of the fabric, teasingly pulling it down.

"You know, I always wondered how you manage to look this good while being such a pain," he smirks, exposing my bare shoulders.

"Right back at you, Captain Asshole." I reach for the waistband of his trousers, my thumb grazing his skin ever so slightly. "But let's not talk about work right now."

He chuckles, but there's a flicker of seriousness beneath his playful facade. "The only kind of work I want to think about right now is exploring every inch of your body."

His fingers brush against the light switch, and my heart beats an uneven rhythm.

“Gio, keep it off,” I say, my voice low but firm. “I don’t need the harsh truth glaring at me right now.”

“What? Scared I might see the real you?”

“More like scared I might see my own mistakes.” I swallow, pulling him closer, relishing the way his body presses against mine, heat radiating between us. “Besides, this moment is too good to ruin with bright lights and reality.”

“Reality can be overrated." His hands descend to my waist as he tugs at my dress. “Let’s just focus on...this.”

I nod, the air-conditioned chill of the room sending shivers down my spine. The moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains casts a soft glow on his face, highlighting the sharp angles and gentle curve of his lips.

Fuck.

This man is the bane of my existence. And so freaking handsome that I could melt.

The space between my thighs grows wetter, my nipples tightening to rosy peaks against my bra as Gio's shirt and pants finally fall to the floor, and my dress follows.

My hands settle on his strong shoulders, fingertips sinking into his skin.

"You know, in the back of my head, there’s a voice screaming that I shouldn’t be doing this." My pulse pounds, half from the exhilaration and half from the fear coursing through my veins.

"That voice is just jealous because it's not having any fun." He reaches for my bra, unhooking it.

I back up toward the bed, and Gio follows me. “I could lose my job over this, you know. Head sports correspondent caught with one of the league’s star players? Talk about a scandal.”

He chuckles, brushing my hair back, his gaze intense. “Maybe it's time to shake things up a little, Lex. What’s life without a little drama?” He reaches for my underwear, sliding the silk down my legs. I sigh as he throws them to the side.

Standing, he drops a soft kiss against my bare collarbone. “Besides, I’m not just any athlete—I’m your personal kryptonite.” He hooks his fingers underneath his boxer briefs, removing them swiftly.

My breath grows strangled, hitching at the sight before me.

Gio's cock is long and thick. So damn thick.

An erotic dream come to life.

It stands tall, demanding attention, and I feel a rush of heat flood my cheeks. Every inch of him radiates confidence, and I instinctively bite my lip as his perfect dick presses firm against the skin of my lower stomach.

I can barely catch my breath as Gio leans into me, our bodies molding against each other and beneath the cool sheets.

“So, you think we’re about to make headlines?” I tease, as my limbs spread against the bed.

His green eyes dance above me in the dark. “Oh, definitely." His hands trail over my hips and down the insides of my slightly soaked thighs. "But I promise to keep you out of the tabloids...unless you want to be famous for this.”

“Please. Like anyone would believe us if we called it a love story.”

He narrows his gaze, his eyes crawling down my body slowly, his warm breath sending waves of anticipation coursing through me. “Maybe not a love story, but definitely a great one-night stand,” he murmurs, leaving a trail of soft kisses down my neck and chest that makes my skin hum.

The need inside me builds.

“Have I reminded you lately that I hate you?” I gasp, arching my back as his lips, at last, migrate over to the swells of my heavy breasts. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, and I whimper before he moves on, his mouth traveling lower.

“Yes, you have." He pauses to meet my eyes, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “And trust me, you hating me doesn't mean I have plans of stopping.”

The air thickens with urgency as Gio's lips lay a path toward my belly button. As he continues, I feel a momentary jolt of panic when his gaze catches on something near my left hip bone.

With a curious smirk, he gently traces his fingers over my tattoo.

The bolded words “lick here" etched in black ink are something I don't show many people.

The memory of getting it after a wild night out with my friends rushes back to me. A silly bachelorette weekend mistake now feels like an intimate secret being revealed.

But Gio only grins and leans in closer, placing teasing kisses along the outline of the letters.

He sighs deeply, one dark eyebrow hooking upwards. “Mm. Lick here, huh? Now that's an invitation I can't refuse."

The words melt the last of my mortification as Gio’s lips descend between my legs. My fingers grip Giovanni De Luca's soft dark hair, clenching tightly as his mouth sucks on my pussy, sending me to new heights of sweet surrender.

His fingers, talented and knowing, find my hardened nipples and start to gently tweak them. Each touch sends shivers cascading down my spine, heightening the simmering tension in my core. Gio's lips remain relentless, sucking my clit with an intoxicating rhythm that threatens to unravel me completely.

Each stroke of his tongue is a promise fulfilled, and my body arcs against him.

Reaching. Stretching. Straining for release.

As the pressure builds, I feel it cresting, a wave growing ever taller until it crashes over me in a flood of ecstasy.

My breath catches, then spills out in a flood of gasps as I come, my slender fingers gripping and releasing his hair like a lifeline tethered to the storm of sensation consuming me.

In the aftermath, when the last tremor ebbs away, Gio rises to his feet.

His eyes meet mine—dark and shimmering—and an unspoken understanding passes between us.

He tears a condom open with his teeth, a wicked grin playing on his lips, and suddenly it hits me.

This is really happening.

I'm about to sleep with Giovanni De Luca.

My heart races, the reality of the moment sending a thrill through my veins. He slips the condom on with a practiced hand, and as he slaps his hard cock against my clit, a sharp intake of breath escapes my lips.

Gio’s voice is a low growl, his words dirty and dark, weaving a raw tapestry of desire. “You like that, don’t you, Lexi? Feeling how hard I am for you. You want it. I can see it in your eyes.”

As his cock slides between my slick folds, I can't help the moan that rises from my throat—a sound that would leave me burning with shame if it weren't for the other words he whispers.

"You’re so ready for me, Lexi," he murmurs, voice dripping with sin as the head of his cock nudges insistently at my entrance. "God, you're wet. You want me to fill you up, don't you?"

The intensity of his dirty words makes me dizzy, a helpless whine escaping my lips as my body responds eagerly to his touch. Every fiber of my being is aflame, and I arch toward him, feeling the slick slide of his thickness as he teases me to the brink of madness.

I know I should stop this; that I’m teetering on the edge of a dangerous precipice.

This isn’t me.

I'm Alexandra Brookes. I'm now the leading sports news correspondent for Sports News Now .

I’m not someone who gets swept away in reckless moments like this.

But each brush of his thick cock swiping against me ignites a fire I can’t ignore. Won’t ignore. Not now.

Not when I’m this close to a fleeting escape to ecstasy.

This is just a one-time thing. A time-out from reality.

Just for tonight.

Tomorrow, I’ll pack this away as a memory.

But for now?

For now, my fingers strangle the hotel bed sheets as Giovanni De Luca lifts my legs and places my ankles on his muscled shoulders.

I can worry about the little details…later.

I sigh, all reason and rationale leaving my body, when Giovanni De Luca finally claims me with a steady, deliberate thrust.

My breath catches, a cry escaping me as he fills the deepest parts of me, stretching and owning me in ways that, after tonight, I know I will never admit.