About This Book
Silver Delgado never gave a damn about the family business. Her sister knows more about hockey anyway—makes more sense for her to take over when their father's health declines. But for some crazy reason, he thrusts responsibility for the team he owns straight into Silver's hands.
Forcing her to face off against the general manager, Dean Richter.
The fact that their 'business relationship' started with her over his lap at his BDSM club shouldn't be too much of a problem.
Dean drew her in front of a large, throne-like chair and folded his arms over his chest. "Now strip."
"Strip?" She rubbed her arms and nodded. Fine, there was a crowd, but she had nothing to hide. All those women giggling and pointing could eat their f*****g hearts out. She peeled off her top and shorts and faced Dean before letting out a flippant, "So what are you going to use?"
"My hand."
Aw, f**k.
One night doesn't change who's really in charge...right?
Except he's way too good at bringing out her inner submissive.
When Silver pushes him away, she ends up lost and alone, until Landon Bower, the Cobras new Goalie, becomes her best—and only—friend. The time they spend together makes everything else bearable, but before long she begins to feel more than friendship.
And so does he.
Which could ruin everything.
All settled in, Silver gave him a sideways once over. "I'd do you."
Landon groaned, covered his eyes with his hand, and muttered, "Brat."
"Yes, Sir."
Two Dominant men who can break past her pretty mask and the shallow image she portrayed to the flashing cameras. A gentle attack from both sides that she can't hope to block unless she learns how to play.
But she's getting the hang of the game.
