Imogen I’m snuggled into Cody, sated from three orgasms and it’s the early hours of the morning, I am betting my folks are wondering what on earth is going on since I am not home yet. I should really have sent them a text especially since my dad would worry. My legs are thrown over Cody’s, his arm is holding me into his side and my hand rests on his chest. His skin is soft like velvet. “I should go.” I say. He murmurs, the poor guy must be exhausted and I’m not just on about because he was having sex with me for the last four hours non-stop. I’m tired and I wasn’t the one who played a hockey game, got on a jet then cooked a meal. Plus, he has to be up in three hours to be on the rink for practice. It's no wonder these guys are the best of the best, NHL players do not have it easy. Sure, they get to do something they love, live and breathe but it comes at a high price. They need to practice most every day, hit the gym, the pool and Cody also has to do Yoga and Pilates, it’s his coach
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