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Here's another rendition of Throwback Tuesday. Do you all remember when Liam had to face off with his worst nightmare? And no, it wasn't Grayson Monroe...

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I tighten my hand around my dick and increase my movements. Little Miss Monroe not joining me isn’t going to stop me from getting off. Just thinking about her is enough to have my dick rock-hard and leaking precum. I picture throwing her down on the bed, tearing her dress right down the middle. I imagine burying my face between her legs. I bet she tastes sweet too. The good girl types always do. I increase the speed of my movements. I can feel it. I’m so fucking close. My balls tighten, tingles run up my spine, and—

“AHHH!!! FUCK.”

That scream has me dropping my cock and sprinting from the bathroom. Ever tried running on smooth marble tiles when you’re soaking wet? Yeah, it ain’t fucking fun. It’s a good thing I’m used to skating around on ice.

“What happened?” I ask, skidding to a stop in the living room.

Aliyah is standing on the coffee table, her mouth and eyes both open wide and staring right back at me.

“What the fuck?” I ask again, my gaze flicking around the room.

“Where are your clothes?” she asks, staring at my still-erect cock.

“Back in the bathroom, where I was showering before you screamed bloody murder out here.” Clearly, the girl’s fine, not injured. “If you wanted to see me naked, sweetheart, you had an open invitation to join me.” I smirk.

“There’s a spider,” she says in way of explanation.

My blood goes cold. There isn’t a lot that scares me in this world, but spiders? Yeah, I don’t fuck with those creepy bastards. In my opinion, anything with eight legs is from outer space or some shit.

I jump up next to her on the coffee table so quickly that she stumbles back and loses her balance. My arm snakes out, catching her around the waist and pulling her flat against my chest. Against my naked, wet chest.

My hands are shaking. The fact that there’s a spider in here has me ready to find a match and burn the building down. Do the Ghostbusters actually exist? Maybe they can come and exterminate the little fucker.

“Where…” I gulp. “Where is it?” I force out, my eyes glued to the ground.

“I don’t know. Oh my god! Get off me.” Her palms land against my chest and she pushes.

I take a tiny step back, creating as much space between us as possible on this small surface. I’m scanning the area for the creature that has likely come to take me out—no doubt employed by my former coach—but I can’t see it.

“You cannot be scared of spiders. You need to kill it,” Aliyah says.

“Me?” I point to my chest. “No fucking way am I going near it. Wherever it is.”

“It went under the sofa,” she tells me. “And I’m not killing it, so you have to.”

I open my mouth to respond when I hear the crack, and then we’re both stumbling as our makeshift platform collapses underfoot. Again, I reach a hand out and catch her so she doesn’t fall to her ass. Without thinking, I pick her up and run to the kitchen counter, jumping on it with my babysitter still in my arms. Aliyah shrieks, and I swear the sound nearly deafens me.

Great, now I won’t even be able to hear the spider coming for me. Do spiders make sounds?

“Get off me. Let me go,” Aliyah hisses, and I drop my hands from her waist. “You need some clothes. Stop touching me when you’re naked.”   

“That’s usually when women want me to touch them, sweetheart. It’s even more fun if you’re naked too.” I wink at her.

“Ew, and never going to happen,” she says. “You need to find and kill that spider. We can’t stay up here all day.”

“I’m not going anywhere near that thing.”

“Fine. I’ll call one of my brothers.” She smiles with an added twinkle in her eye. “It’ll be like killing two birds with one stone, because when they come over and see you up here with me, naked, they will shoot first and ask questions later. Then they’ll handle the spider, and I can go on with my life like this whole day never happened.”

I don’t even know how to unpack all that. “I’m not afraid of your brothers,” I tell her. I’m a professional hockey player. Fighting is part of the deal.

“You’d be the first.” She laughs. “I don’t think I introduced myself to you properly.” She holds out a hand. “I’m Aliyah. Aliyah Monroe,” she repeats, and that’s when it hits me. The name. I finally recognize it.

Fuck me. Aliyah Monroe, the daughter of my new boss, Jacob Monroe. The man who owns me. Owns my new team anyway. But that’s not all he is. Word on the street is that he’s the leader of Canada’s criminal underground. And those brothers she mentioned, one of them happens to be my new teammate. Yeah, this is not how I planned to start my life here in Vancouver.

“Fine, I’ll kill it. But not because I’m scared of your brothers,” I grunt.     

“Whatever you say,” she sing-songs, appearing a little too happy with herself.

“I’m killing it because I’m not about to have my new boss hate me on day one. This…” I point between us. “...never happened.”

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