“And what did AJ say about the whole not having a relationship with a player thing?” I’m particularly curious about her reaction given that she’s living with our captain.
“Obviously the relationship isn’t ideal, but that’s not the real problem here. It’s that she posted it on our socials accidentally.”
“I don’t think there’s anything you could have done aboutthat.” I dip my head closer to hers and drop my hands to her waist. “So tell me why that means we can’t keep doing this?” I run my thumbs along her abdomen as my fingers curl into her ass so I can bring her closer to me. Even six inches away is too far.
I am so fucked.
“I feel like such a hypocrite.” Her words are whispered and her chest heaves with a deep breath as her tongue darts out to wet her lower lip.
“Baby, we’re not two kids in our early twenties fucking around and taking pictures of ourselves in bed together. That was a whole level of stupidity and if Natalie didn’t know better, MacIntyre sure should have. McCabe’s talked to him, and it won’t happen again.”
“Meanwhile, Natalie’s the one who looks like a fool and might lose her job, while he gets a slap on the wrist and a talking-to from the captain.”
“He wasn’t the one who posted the picture on the team’s social media,” I remind her. “It was an accident and it sucks that it happened, but there are professional consequences for things like that.”
“What do you think would happen if people found out about us?” she asks, and I pull back a bit at the worry in her voice.
“Your dad would kill me.”
“It’s cute that you’re scared of my dad,” she says, walking her fingers up my chest before she slides her hand around my neck like she’s already forgotten she just told me we can’t do this.
“I have averyhealthy respect for how he could destroy my career if he wanted to.”
“And I’m sure he has a healthy respect for the commission he earns on your contract. You’re worth more to him than three new players would be.”
“You think he wouldn’t be willing to forsake his percentage if he found out I was fucking his daughter?”
She bites the corner of her lower lip, and the way her teeth sink into the full pink flesh has my dick jumping. “Fair point. So, again, maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Or maybe we just need to make sure we don’t get caught.”
“Aidan, that’s a dangerous game when your career is on the line.”
“I think we’re just going to have to be careful, because I’m not going to stop seeing you just because your dad warned me off.” My heart feels like it seizes in my chest as the realization of what I just admitted washes over me.Fuck man, this is not just friends with benefits.“Unless you honestly want me to leave?”
At this point, I don’t think I could stop pursuing her, unless she is adamant that she doesn’t want me. After only a few days of getting to spend alone time with her again in Ember Cove, I’m full-on infatuated. Being with her is addictive. I like myself better when I’m with her—she smooths out my rough edges, andI polish up the parts of her that she’s tried to make dull in order to fit some mold that others have set for her.
“But, I think you promised me a reward if I was a good boy tonight?” I say when she doesn’t respond. I dip my head down to hers and trace the shell of her ear with my nose as I say, “I wassucha good boy, just so you’d let me taste you again.”
Her whole body shudders. “Oh god.”
“Nope, just me, baby. And I plan to doungodlythings to you tonight. So if that’s not what you want”—I trail one of my hands up her side, along the curve of her breast, and then rest my palm against the front of her neck, using my fingers to tilt her head up—“you should say so. Otherwise”—I press wet kisses along her jaw—“I’m going to get on my knees right now.”
“Fuck... yes...” She whispers, and I’m on my knees in front of her before she even finishes hissing out theS.
“That’s my girl,” I say. “Let’s see how wet the thought of us together made you.”
I reach under the hem of her tank top and pull the elastic waistband of her sweats down her legs, leaving her underwear in place. There’s a distinct wet mark where her arousal has soaked through her thong. From my knees, I lean forward, lapping my tongue against her.
She moans and presses her head against the wall behind her. I pull her thong down and drop it at her feet, where she kicks her clothing away. Reaching behind her knee, I bring her leg up over my shoulder. “Lose the shirt.”
“So bossy,” she says in mock outrage.
“I’m sorry if you thought that was bossy. Let me rephrase.Lose the fucking shirt, Morgan, or I’ll edge you until you’re crying and begging me to make you come.”
She huffs out a laugh. “You drive a hard bargain.”
“There’s nothing hard about it. You do what I say, and we both end up happy.”
