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    Shane wears Ilya's jersey.

    Ilya's brain short-circuits.

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    Ilya’s eyes drag over him, starting from his head, to his jersey-clad upper body, down to his bare thighs. He’s not wearing any underwear, but the shirt is long enough to hide it. Ilya’s gaze darkens ravenously as he lets his gym bag slip from his shoulder to the floor with a dull thud. His eyes travel up again, catching on the number stamped on the arm of jersey, the C on the front. “What’s this?” he questions.

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    ‘Who’s the freak stealing Ilya Rozanov’s game-worn jerseys?’

    A series of targeted thefts turns into a league-wide mystery. The entire league is obsessed. Ilya is unconcerned. And Shane…

    Shane is locking himself in empty bathrooms, sniffing and stroking himself raw over the stolen fabric like a total pervert.

    He thinks it’s a secret. Ilya knows better.

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    Ilya’s smirk grew. “Whoever wins MVP gets anything they want.”

    Shane’s brows furrowed. “Anything?”

    “Anything,” Ilya repeated, his eyes gleaming. “If you win, you can ask for anything you want.”

    A thrill went down his spine. “And I’m guessing you already have something in mind if you’ve suggested this bet.”

    Instead of responding, Ilya leaned down and kissed him—a filthy, obscene kiss that left his dick twitching pathetically against his thigh despite the fact he was completely spent.

    “You will see, Hollander.”

    “You’re on, Rozanov.”

    And, at the time, Shane really did feel good about his chances—orgasm haze aside.

    Now, standing in the bathroom of a Vegas hotel suite, he almost cursed his own damn competitiveness.

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    Or, a bet was made and Shane is a good sportsman. That is the only reason he is putting on Rozanov's jersey. Promise.

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    “They didn’t smell you,” JJ mumbles. “You should be in bed.”

    “He should be getting a di-”

    “Shut it, Hudson,” Hayden cut him off, tone warning and harsh. Nobody says anything else. Someone hits him on the back of the shoulder, Shane guesses it’s the coach and he forces himself to stand up and get on the ice for the face off. When he bent down on shaky legs, he did his best to hold back the groan from leaving his mouth.

    “God, Hollander,” Rozanov’s voice almost sounded worried when he spoke. “What the hell is happening to you?”

    The word is out before his brain can even think it over. “Heat.” He says, shaking his head as if to clear his mind and then looking down at the ice. He’s pretty sure he hears Rozanov say something, but he’s trying too hard not to keep up with the game so he doesn’t hear it.

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