Summary:

“My husband won’t like you touching me like this.” “Husband, eh? You’re married?” Ilya can feel the sleepy rumble of the man’s voice against his back. He presses further into it, folding his own hand over the one that’s splayed against his stomach, and slotting their fingers together. “Yes. He will be very sad when he finds out I am in bed with second best hockey player in NHL.”