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I squeal in excitement for him, knowing this class was one of his final hurdles in his college career. As his hands grope me in the auditorium lobby, I urge him back toward his dorm. "You need to get your rest, Mr. Sweeney," I say, as he ignores me and begins sucking on my neck. "You have a national championship to win."

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The day of the big game arrives, and I leave Neal and the guys to prepare. I head to the arena to sit with Gayle and the other hockey parents. I swell with pride as the announcer calls Neal's name in the starting lineup. His face shows up on the jumbo TV screen and they ask, "What are your plans for after the season?"

Video-Neal grins. "I gotta work on getting drafted by the Boston Saints. My girl will be at MIT."

Tyler's mom squeezes my shoulders. "You didn't tell us you're moving to Boston," she says. I smile at her and she gives me a knowing look as Neal skates forward for his recognition lap. It's his final game as a senior at SCU, and he knows he's up for the draft this spring. As he skates by our section, our eyes meet.

I mouth "I love you," to him and smile as he bangs on the glass and says, "I love you, too."

As the puck drops for the faceoff, I know, for maybe the first time in my life, that everything is going to be ok. Neal comes out with the puck and he's off, dashing toward the goal.

EPILOGUE

One Year Later

It's the last week of classes and I've decided to go easy on my freshmen calc students. Somehow they managed to figure out that I'm engaged to Neal Sweeney, rookie forward for the Boston Saints. Half the class shows up wearing Saints jerseys, pleading with me to skip homework so they can all watch the big game.

"Besides, Professor Ward," which they've all decided to call me, "then you won't have so much grading tomorrow night and you can celebrate a big Saints victory. Am I right?" I roll my eyes at them, but assign only one set of problems, with harsh reminders that our final exam is next week.

I pack up my things and move to follow my students out of the room when I see a hulk of a man with wild, curly hair and bright blue eyes standing at the back of my classroom. I rush over to him, jumping into his arms for a kiss. "Neal! I didn't think I was going to get to see you today." He leaves our apartment early on game days to review video and spend time with the trainer. "Don't you have to be on the ice soon?"

He grins and pulls the classroom door shut behind him. I raise an eyebrow at him and he says, "I wanted to talk with someone about my angles first. Are there any formulas to help with my slapshot?" Neal drags a chair in front of the door and wedges it under the handle.

His mouth is on mine before I can think of a witty comeback, his hands pulling my blouse loose from my skirt. "Do you have time to be doing this?" I worry he's going to get caught in traffic and miss his own professional hockey match.

"I've been thinking about you in your teacher clothes all damn day," he breathes into my neck. "I need you now, and again later after the game." He lifts me up and carries me to the desk at the front of the room. I'm about to protest that someone might walk in despite his chair trick, but I know half the campus has either gone home to study or gone to the student lounge to watch the pre-game show.

Once Neal gets a hand up my skirt, I give up worrying and lift my hips as he slides my panties down. "Do you need help lining up your shot, Sweeney?" I pull on his jeans, yanking open his fly.

He's stiff and ready for me and when he glides into my waiting depths I moan into his mouth, smothering the sound of my pleasure. Neal slides one hand up my skirt to press into my clit and steadies himself with the other arm wrapped around my back. Caught up in his arousal and his need for me, I'm soon convulsing against him, wrapping my legs around his waist. I feel him shudder and the warm spray of his pleasure spreads inside my body.

Afterward, he zips up his fly and finds my panties on the ground. He pockets them and winks at me. "For luck," he says. I laugh at him and grab my things, following him out into the cold Boston winter.

"You're coming to the game, aren't you?" He takes my hand and looks at me, concerned.

I reach up on tiptoe to kiss my fiancé under the streetlight. "Always, babe. I go where you go."

He drops me off at the apartment we share along the Charles River. I hurry to change into my custom Sweeney jersey and make my way to the stadium to watch the love of my life take the ice.

POSSESSION

CHAPTER ONE

Olive

Hey Liv, u got any mac n cheese? His texts come at all hours. He’s always hungry whenever practice lets out, and the dining halls are always closed by the time Coach lets the team go from evening practice. But does Baxter Morgan keep his cupboards stocked with snacks? No. No he does not.

And I definitely enable him. I sigh. I tap back, Of course I’ve got mac n cheese.

UR a lifesaver. C u in 10.

I remember the first day I met Baxter Morgan. His family bought the house next to