“And right now, I’m telling you, this is exactly what I want,” I admit, once again surprising us both with my confession. “But,” I start up again, needing him to hear this too. “Just because I’mfinally admitting to wanting this, doesn’t mean I want anything more. It would just be the two of us having a little fun. That’s it.”
I’ve rendered the man speechless, and I can’t say I blame him. I’m aware of the mixed signals I’ve been sending, but I’m doing my best to be clear now. I wasn’t looking for anything serious when I first got here, and I’m not looking for anything serious now.
“So,” he starts, nodding as he seems to mull it over. “What you’re saying is you want a friends-with-benefits kind of situation?”
“More or less,” I shrug. “But I serious, Fletch. This can’t get out. Anything that happens between us, stays between us. You can’t tell anybody on the team, and we keep things strictly professional at work.”
Being a woman in a male-dominated workplace, it already feels like I’m fighting to be taken seriously, and I have to imagine that if any of them knew I was sleeping with one of the players they’d all look at me differently.
Sure, I love all the men I’ve gotten to know on both teams, and all the staff too, but still. The last thing I’d want or need is another reason for anyone to think I’m not qualified for this job. It wouldn’t matter the results I got or how well I did. All they’d see is someone who was handed the job by her father while she screwed around with the players.
“Yeah, of course. I promise.”
He could be saying all the typical man bullshit just to lure me into a false sense of security so he can screw me, but for some strange reason, I trust him.
Plus, I’m tired. It’s exhausting pretending like I don’t have feelings for this man. So why the hell not? If he’s offering, why can’t I give in and let him make me feel good? I’ve seen this man in action on the field, performing all his little tricks, and something tells me he’s equally skilled in the bedroom as well.
Yes, there are still some things I’m worried about. The most important being that we work together and he plays for my dad’s league, but you know what? I’m tired of always being so damn good.
It’s time I finally do what I want as I say ‘fuck you’ to the consequences, and ‘fuck me’ to Fletcher. I deserve this, and since he’s been such a good boy, so does he.
“Okay, well, then I guess we’re both in agreement here. Make me orgasm, Fletch.”
18
Fletcher
Iswallow, and given the obvious way my throat bobs I’m sure she’s aware of just how rattled I am.
Smooth, very smooth. Pretty sure there is no bigger turn-off than a man completely falling apart the second she gives into his advances. This is rookie bullshit, which is pathetic, since this is far from my first rodeo.
This is not how I wanted this to go. I’m supposed to be the cool, calm, and collected one—not some fucking virginal teenage boy. But what can she expect?
We’ve gone from ‘it’s never going to happen’ tothat kiss,to radio silence. Now suddenly we’ve skipped a few more steps as she’s suddenly offering me, well, whatever this is. Given all this emotional whiplash I'm pretty sure I could file an insurance claim—and win.
“Are you one hundred percent sure about this?” I ask, swiveling in my chair until we’re face to face, her knees resting between mine.
I know I'll be regret free if we continue, but it’s not me I’m worried about here. Clearly this is what I want, but I’m not about to become the kind of asshole who puts my wants and needs above hers.
“Yes, Fletch. I’m sure,” she huffs, leaning forward as she rests her hands on my knees. “So give me what you promised, and make me come.”
Fuck.
The blood rushes south as my cock twitches. God her filthy mouth is doing things to me, but that’s a problem for another time. Right now, my focus is solely on making her feel good—and her alone.
With anyone else, I wouldn’t be taking my time. Our clothes would be scattered across the room, and I’d already be inside of them. But with Hollis, it’s different. It has to be.
“Are you—” I start but she interrupts.
“Stop overthinking and start fucking me instead.”
I’m not given the time to argue as her hand wraps around the back of my neck the same moment her lips crash into mine.
I’ve really gotta get better at this. This isn’t the first time she’s caught me off guard and kissed me first, but moving forward itwill be the last. I’m tired of wasting time and fighting something she seems to want just as badly as I do.
My tongue traces her lips, begging for what I already know she’ll give me. She opens, and our tongues meet as everything around us goes blissfully silent. The spice from the burritos linger, but it’s the last thing I’m worrying about. If anything, I feel starved, and what she truly tastes like is heaven.
Her mouth isn’t the only thing I plan to taste today as my lips leave hers, creating a trail of kisses as I glide down her jawline until I reach her collarbone. She tilts her neck, giving me better access. I do the same, brushing aside the fluffy pink fabric of her robe from her shoulder.
