That shouldn't be a problem since the last man on earth I want to give an image makeover to is our goalie. He's infuriatingly hot, famously grumpy and lives to spar with me after every game.

But shining up his rough edges is my path to landing the promotion I desperately need, so I grit my teeth and do my job. No matter how hard he makes it (especially with that sexy smirk and cool blue eyes.) As we travel from pose-with-a-pet photo opps to cuddle-a-kitten fundraisers, we bicker like it's foreplay.

Turns out it is.

Because as I get to know the man behind the broody iceman exterior, it's me that melts - right into his arms as he devastates me with a kiss that turns into the hottest, most forbidden night of my life.

Only once turns into every night as Max shows me how much he wants to take care of me. His possessive touch makes me feel adored for the first time in my life.

But the man is entirely off limits and I can't risk my job for more of those soul-deep kisses.

Because the only thing worse than hooking up with a player is falling head over heels for him.