She peeks at her phone, but Mia grabs her attention and I watch as they talk for the next couple of minutes. One of the assistant coaches takes a seat at our table next to me, striking up small talk just as some of the lights come on a bit brighter.
“Your sister knows what she’s doing with these dinners,” he says.
“Yeah, she does.”
As Ford begins talking, we all move our attention to the stage. He’s practiced the speech with me and the guys a couple of times to make sure it sounded okay and not “dull”—as he put it. Although, with the charm that follows Ford Anderson everywhere, I’m not sure anyone would ever use that word to describe anything he does.
I quickly throw my hand over my phone as it buzzes, creating more noise than before with how quiet the room now is. I feel eyes on me, but see Summer’s name pop up and know I can’t resist the urge to check the message.
Summer
These thighs?
Another picture. In real time.
I’m a strong man. But this woman is making me so damn weak. Her hand sits gently on her upper thigh as her fingers pull the slit open just a little bit more in the picture. The silkiness of her skin has my mouth hanging open and my blood pumping.
Kincaid… you’re killing me.
Summer
I can just tell you where I want my thighs, if that’s better?
Don’t fucking tempt me to bring you into one of these rooms.
Summer
Promises, promises.
Ford and Abby finish their speeches and the dinner plates are served, but my appetite is now for something a little more blonde.
Get up, Kincaid.
I send Summer the text message and rise from my seat, quickly making my way toward the doors that head to the main lobby. With everyone else focused on eating and schmoozing, I can’t imagine I’ll be missed.
My strides are quick as I head down the hall and I hear heels clicking behind me, but she never says a word. She just follows my lead.
Once I enter the last room down the hall, I let the door close behind me and wait in the dark. The only light from a lamp post outside shines dimly through the window and there’s a soft light that comes in when Summer opens the door.
Before she’s even fully in the room and the door has a chance to close, my body finds hers and presses her against the wall. Summer gasps as my hand lands gently on her chest, inches away from her neck.
“Mmm,” she moans, and I lean into her further, putting one of my knees between her legs.
My hand slowly creeps up, gripping the base of her throat softly and I can feel her pulse racing. Her blue eyes sparkle against the darkness and she bites her bottom lip with a smirk.
“Look at you, being risky… spontaneous, even,” she taunts.
“You…” I breathe against her cheek. “You’re making me reckless.”
My free hand finds the slit in her dress and I cup the back of her thigh, pulling her leg up and around my body.
Summer grinds herself against my thigh between her legs and I let my hand roam her smooth skin, never wanting to let it go.
“Fuck, Chase.” She pulls my tie and I slam my body into hers one more time, pressing against her as I bring my lips down to her.
She’s all tequila and lime as I savor the taste. Her hands go into my jacket as she pulls at my shirt, untucking it. The sounds that Summer makes are enough to drive me wild, add how she feels, how she tastes, it’s all too fucking much.
My fingers feather her inner thighs and I feel her body twitch when I run my thumb down the middle of her underwear before peeling the material to the side and sliding my finger down her center slowly. Summer moans against my lips and becomes more fervent in our kiss. Her nails scrape the back of my neck as she tries to pull us closer to one another.
