“I’ll be here,” he said and used his hands to tilt my head back.
My eyes locked with his, and my stomach quivered. I licked my lips. “I can’t wait.”
“Fuck,” he muttered. In a flash, he hoisted me up by my ass, causing my legs to involuntarily wrap around his waist, only because my voluntary reflexes weren’t fast enough. Then, his large body was pressing mine against the wall while our mouths fused together.
When he pulled back, I tightened my fingers in his hair, trying to keep him where he was. He smiled against my lips. “I don’t want to stop. And I damn sure don’t want to leave, but I’m going to fuck you against this wall in a matter of minutes if I don’t go.”
“Okay,” I said quietly, relieved and disappointed at the same time.
He dropped his mouth to my ear and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you, sweets. But I’m going to behave tonight.”
Well, I wasn’t. As soon as he left, I all but sprinted to my bedroom and used my vibrator to finish what he started.
6
GAME
Ishould have never stepped into the ring, but in my defense, I didn’t realize how distracted I was until it was too late. Too late as in a fraction of a second before Trent’s fist crashed into my face.
“Fuck,” I mumbled behind my mouth guard as I stumbled back a few steps.
“Told ya, motherfucker!” Judge shouted.
Bronze shook his head and laughed. Then, he pointed a finger at Batta. “You owe me twenty bucks.”
“Fuck all of y’all,” I laughed and stuck both middle fingers in the air whenPussy Whipped Againbegan to play through the speakers.
“Where are you going?” Batta asked when I climbed out of the ring.
“To put ice on my eye,” I said simply without breaking my stride.
Bronze clapped his hands together and laughed. “He must have a date tonight.”
“Yeah, I do. And I don’t want to be late because she’s cooking dinner for me again,” I paused and looked directly at Bronze. “With dessert. Made from scratch.”
“You should bring her to the party this weekend,” he suggested.
I snorted. “If I do, she’s not bringing anything for you.”
“Oh, come on,” he pouted. “At least sneak me some leftovers. Sloane’s coming up on a deadline, and Leigh’s been ‘busy.’”
“Learn to make your own sweets,” I suggested.
“He already knows how,” Batta laughed and nudged Bronze with his elbow. “Tell him why you don’t make your own cookies and shit.”
Bronze straightened and lifted his chin. “When I make them, they don’t taste as good as they do when they were made by someone else.” Then, he turned to Batta and said something I couldn’t hear.
I could still hear them laughing and cutting up while I jogged up the stairs to my office. Normally, I would have washed off in the locker room before leaving, but I wanted to shower at home before I went over to Blakely’s for dinner. But first, I stopped by the cold therapy room to get some ice and pressed it against the side of my face. Even though it stung, I held it there because I could already tell it was going to look like hell and I wanted to lessen it as much as I could.
Since I couldn’t ride and hold the ice to my face, I went to my office, planning to take a quick cat nap on the sofa. However, my plans quickly changed when I realized someone had been in my office. The top of my desk was a mess and several of the drawers weren’t completely closed.
I stepped out into the hall and called for Drew. Then, I stuck my head in the other two offices and found them to be in the same state as mine.
“Did you need something?” Drew asked.
“Yeah. Somebody’s been in the offices. Have you seen anyone down this way?” I asked and headed back to my office to look at the camera feed.
“No, I haven’t,” he said and followed me inside. “What the hell?” he asked when he saw the mess they left behind.
