“Nice catch!” Wes yelled.
Blaise tightened his hold on Hadley.
Yes, it was.
And no way was he going to fumble this.
* * *
Hadley was kissing Blaise. Or maybe he was kissing her. It didn’t matter as long as the kisses continued.
The way his mouth moved over hers qualified as one of her best experiences ever.
Maybethebest.
Pleasurable sensations emanated from her mouth, shooting to the tips of her toes. And the way he tasted…
Her new favorite dessert.
Appetizer.
And main course, too.
“Only thirty seconds left!” a man shouted.
No, that was too soon for this to end. She wanted…more.
Someone moaned.
Her?
Didn’t matter.
Hadley hadn’t been kissed in…
She couldn’t remember the last time, which told her it was a long time ago. These kisses, however, were worth waiting for.
“Blaise! Hadley!” someone else yelled.
The voice startled her.
Oh, no.She was kissing Blaise.
Hadley drew back.
“You don’t want to miss the end of the game.” That was Wes. Only she didn’t dare glance his way. Not with her breathing uneven and heat rushing through her veins. Her lips felt swollen.
“You okay?” Blaise asked.
His ragged breaths matched hers. His face was flushed. Heat filled his gaze.
Hadley bit the inside of her cheek. She didn’t go around kissing clients. Not that Blaise was one. At least not yet. Still, she didn’t mix business with pleasure.
Or hadn’t.
Until tonight.
Her lips tingled.
