“You can deny it all you want,” I say, rolling onto my side and catching her wrist before she can escape. I tug gently until she’s sprawled against me, her hair spilling over my chest, warm and messy against my skin. “But we both know what this is.”
As she opens her mouth to argue, my hips lift, and whatever she was about to say dissolves. Her thighs part around me in reflex, and that’s all it takes for me to push into her with one deep thrust that pulls a gasp from both of us.
“Oliver…”
I brace my hands on her hips and move. Slowly at first, then deeper and harder until every sound she makes goes straight to my head. The slide of her body and the helpless noises that escape from her. It’s all heat and friction and the dizzying realization that I’ve never wanted anyone more.
She clings to me, fingers digging into my shoulders as the world narrows to this single point of connection.
It’s rough, needy, and addictive.
Just like I knew it would be.
When she comes, it’s with my name on her lips, and that sound alone nearly undoes me. I follow with a primal growl, thrusting deep before losing it completely.
For a few seconds, there’s only the sound of our ragged breathing, as if we’ve both run a marathon. She collapses against me before burying her face in my neck.
There’s nothing but stillness.
That fragile, perfect quiet after the storm. For one moment, I almost let myself believe it could mean the start of something new.
“Oh fuck,” she whispers.
“Yes, we did.” With a grin, I drag my hand down the curve of her spine. “Give me ten minutes, and we can do it again.”
Her head lifts, eyes narrowing as the weight of reality hits. “Get out.”
I blink, still half-drunk on her scent and the feel of her. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. This was a mistake. All of it.” She slides off me, wrapping the sheet tightly around her body like armor. “We work together, Oliver. If anyone finds out, it’s my job on the line, not yours.”
The simple truth of it should be like a bucket of cold water dumped over my head. It should remind me what we’re risking—the PR director sleeping with the team’s biggest tabloid nightmare.
One rumor and she’s finished.
Instead, the way her voice cracks only makes me want her more.
I push myself upright, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed before bracing my elbows on my knees and watching as she paces the room. The sheet slips dangerously low with every step, teasing me with flashes of bare skin she doesn’t realize she’s showing.
“You’re serious?”
Her glare could cut through glass. “Dead serious.”
“Funny. It didn’t feel like a mistake a few minutes ago.”
For half a second, she falters. I see the tremor in her fingers and the flicker of something in her eyes before her walls slam back into place.
“It was. Probably the biggest mistake I’ve ever made,” she mutters.
I drag a hand through my hair and push off the mattress, allowing the covers to fall away as I stand. The air between us thickens again, heavy with the intimacy we just shared and everything she wants so desperately to deny.
“And yet…” My jeans lie in a heap near the dresser. I step into them leisurely, pulling them up while her eyes betray her with one quick glance. The zipper slides, the grind of metal breaking the quiet. “You still ended up riding my dick.” I pause, pretending to think. “What was that—four times?” I shrug into my shirt.
Her jaw drops as color floods her cheeks. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Pretty sure you said something similar last night.”
She snatches a shirt from the floor, yanks it over her head, and all but shoves me toward the door. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
