I’ve been traded to Detroit. Which means I’m now teammates with Blake Shannon.

The guy I hate. The guy I fought.

The guy I’ve been having extremely detailed, extremely filthy dreams about ever since.

Blake is everything I shouldn’t want. He’s an uptight, controlling dick so deep in the closet he can see Narnia.

He’s also my new linemate.

But I can handle that. I just need to keep my head down, play the game, and ignore the way my pulse kicks every time he’s near.

Until he kisses me, and all bets are off.

Now we’re hooking up in empty locker rooms and hotel rooms, telling ourselves it’s just physical. Just a way to burn off the tension. Nothing serious. No feelings. No one can know.

Except I’m falling for him.

And this whole thing is going to blow up in our faces.