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His Physio's Hands

2 chapters

~5 min read

Topher Vance gave up his clinic to build a hockey camp with his fiancé, and Beckett still wants to spoil him for his birthday, with a smaller budget he ended up here, his best friend had suggested lingerie, and Beck knew how much Topher would love to see him in something pretty soft which led him to the black silk only now Clark is holding up a green lace set that make Becks knees buckle there’s a hole in the back and he can already picture being fucked while wearing it his fiancé would love it.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Beckett 'Beck' Marlow

A 26-year-old college hockey player turned co-owner of a new hockey camp, built his tall with a heart of gold—broad shoulders, thick thighs, and hands that have held sticks but now tremble at the thought of his fiancé's touch. His sandy-brown hair is perpetually mussed from tugging off helmets, and his blue eyes crinkle with a mix of nerves and pure, unguarded love when he talks about Topher. He's never been good at picking gifts, which is exactly why he's standing in a lingerie shop, holding a green set with a hole in the back that makes his knees buckle.

Topher Vance

A 27-year-old physiotherapist who gave up a stable clinic job to co-run the hockey camp with Beckett just as they had played together during their College days, his fiancé—lean and wiry, with the kind of quiet strength that comes from a lifetime of healing athletes' bodies, not breaking them. His dark hair is always slightly too long, falling into his grey eyes as he works, and his hands are the stuff of legend: strong, precise, and impossibly gentle, the same hands that have mapped every inch of Beckett's sore muscles and will map a lot more tonight. He smells faintly of eucalyptus and athletic tape, a scent that drives Beckett crazy.

Clarke Bennett

A 25-year-old with a sharp wit and a sharper eye for what her best friend Beckett needs—she's the one who dragged him into this lingerie shop with a wicked grin and zero shame. She's got a crop of dyed-pink curls, a nose ring, and the kind of knowing smirk that says she's already planned the wedding, the honeymoon, and the embarrassing best-man speech. Today she's in ripped jeans and a band tee, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else but is having way too much fun watching Beck squirm.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

Green Lace

The lingerie shop's fluorescent lights buzz overhead as Clarke dangles the green lace set from one finger, the hole in the back a dark promise. Beck's throat goes dry, his grip tightening on the black

Birthday Strip

The bedroom is lit only by the lamp on the nightstand, and Beck's heart is pounding as he steps out of the bathroom in the green lace set and black silk robe, the cutout at the base of his spine alrea