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Dirty Talker
Ten days. That’s all I’m asking for. But not one of my NHL teammates is willing to cough up a sister, cousin, or trusted friend to play my fake girlfriend for this wedding. Pucking BS. Yeah, my mouth has been known to get me into places I don’t belong. But this Class Five panty melter is on lockdown because the last thing I need is another complication. I’m about to give up when fate delivers the answer to my prayers. I’m not her type. She doesn’t date jocks. All this sharp, sexy over-achiever wants is a little fun, an escape from her career driven life. It’s a simple arrangement. So why am I complicating it?
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