“Tell me it’s true,” I say, “or I’ll stop.”
“Please don’t stop.”
“Then tell me what I want to hear.”
Her breathing is so heavy it almost sounds like she’s panting. “Yes, I w-wanted you to get me off.”
I sink my fingers into her harder and faster.
“Good. Now beg for it.”
“What?” Her surprised gasp follows as I press the heel of my hand to her clit so it grinds against it as I sink into her over and over.
“I want to hear you beg me for this orgasm.” My voice is a low growl in her ear and I rub my thumb over her nipple again.
She moans, then says, “Please . . . oh god . . . please, Aidan.”
I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and she presses her head back into me as her hips rise to meet my fingers. “Attagirl. Look at you asking for what you want.”
“Oh fuck . . .” She moans again. “I’m . . .”
“I know, baby,” I say as she looks up at me, her big blue eyes wide in surprise as the orgasm rips through her. I smother her moans with a kiss as she pulses around my fingers. When her moaning stops and her body stills, I pull my fingers out and slip them between my parted lips, licking them clean as she watches me.
“Let’s go,” I say. “I need you naked and in my bed.”
I fix her bikini bottoms and lift her hips so she stands. Then I move around to the far side of the dying fire, where the waves are approaching as the tide comes in, and kick wet sand onto the embers while she gathers up the pizza box, our phones, and theblanket. And then I reach for her hand and lead her up the beach toward the street, wishing that every night could be as perfect as this one.
Chapter Thirty-Three
MORGAN
“Can you do me a favor?” I ask the woman at the reception desk when we check into the hotel in Denver two days later. “Would you mind putting me in a room close to a stairwell?”
“Sure, let me see what I have,” she says, tapping her mouse a few times.
I’m trying not to lay my head down on the wooden counter while I wait. Our flight was delayed because of some thunderstorms in Boston, and while we all got our keys from operations as we entered the lobby, I decided to stop at the front desk to see if they might be able to switch my room.
“You good, Morgan?” I hear AJ call from behind me, and turn to find her and McCabe standing there. Everyone else seems to have headed up to their rooms already.
“Yeah, just seeing if I can get a room closer to the stairs. I have this weird anxiety about needing to be near an exit in hotels. You guys go ahead.”
“All right. You can make that request with operations for future stays, so you don’t have to wait when we arrive,” she says. I already did that before my last trip, but given that I wasn’tsupposed to travel for this game, I’m stuck with the room that was originally booked for Natalie. “Call if you need anything.”
“Will do,” I say, turning back to the front desk and briefly closing my eyes as I stand there waiting for a new room assignment.
I wouldn’t be so dead tired if I hadn’t been up half of last night dealing with yet another PR emergency. While this one cut my beach weekend with Aidan short, at least this time it wasn’t his fault.
Instead, my darling, talented social media intern fucked up big time and now her future with the team is quite uncertain.
When I’d told her I’d be “on call” if she needed me during Saturday night’s game, I certainly didn’t expect to get a text from her saying:I’m so sorry. I messed up so bad.Nor did I expect a text from AJ, explaining the situation, to follow.
Apparently, while I was busy getting railed by Aidan in the shower after our beach dinner, Natalie was distracted during a game and accidentally posted a picture of her and our superstar rookie, Jake MacIntyre, in bed together rather than the image the team photographer had sent her.
Why she had the team’s social media account open on her personal phone instead of the one we gave her, is a mystery I may never know the answer to because AJ and Patrick are dealing with this, and I’ve been instructed not to speak to her while HR “investigates” the situation.
I feel partially responsible for not properly talking to her about etiquette around the players. I can’t help but feel like I should have been the kind of mentor that sat her down and said, “Hey, here’s what you need to know about being a woman in professional sports.” I should have explained to her that as an intern, it was imperative that she not sleep with anyone on the team. I assumed that HR had talked to her about how to remain professional around the players.
When Aidan and I first realized we worked together, I set up hard and fast professional boundaries... but then I crossed them. Normally, my sense of right and wrong is a little too strong, but around him, it completely fails me.
