My Two-Stud Stand

Because sometimes, a girl just really needs a good, hard puck…

When a professional hockey player—Russian by birth, sexy by the grace of God—propositions me during my first and only foray into liberated sex with a stranger, I allow myself to be seduced with heavily accented words and devastating kisses, right up to Rurik's hotel room. Where his focused attentions quickly melt my natural inhibitions.

But then his roommate emerges fresh from the shower. Hold up—two men? I might have considered celebrating with one, but both?

Confronted with the prospect of a two-stud stand, enraptured by Rurik's kisses and Jeff's speculative glower, I wage a debate with my protesting conscience. At stake? The night of my life. The prize? More orgasms than I know what to do with.