“Me too,” Fin said as he came toward me. “Jackson said he’d investigate my contract, but due to the unlikelihood of such a situation, it probably isn’t addressed in the fine print.” His hands came to my hips, tugging me closer. “For the record, I’d give up playing before I gave you up.”
“Don’t say that. For one thing, the Coopers need you. For another, football has been your life. I don’t want anyone to give anything up.”
Fin kissed my nose before bringing his lips to mine.
My circulation warmed as his lips bruised mine. Lifting my hands to his shoulders, I turned my head. We were performing a choreographed dance. It wasn’t a continuation of what we once had. This was more. It was new with no walls between us. Despite my new title, I wasn’t the one leading our dance. Fin’s tongue teased my lips and willingly, I granted his entrance. Coffee mixed with my fresh mint breath as I lifted my fingers to his dark hair, weaving my fingers through his uncombed locks. By the time we pulled away from one another, my core was twisted and my nipples were hard.
Fin brought his nose to mine. “If you start to get sad or upset today, think about that kiss. Tonight won’t be our second no-sex night.”
“It won’t?” I asked with a grin.
He shook his head.
Pushing up on my tiptoes, I kissed him softly. “I’ll see you later. Jacob is probably waiting for me.”
“Let me slip on some shoes. I’ll go down with you and avoid the first floor. We don’t want my picture in the paper—the morning-after walk of shame.”
“Hurry up.” I shrieked as Fin’s hand landed on my ass with a slap. “Hey.”
His blue eyes shone and his grin quirked. “You’re getting a little too bossy. I thought I’d remind you who’s in charge.”
With my behind tingling, I met his gaze. “Yeah, maybe. I think I currently own you.”
“My contract.” He took long strides as he headed toward the bedroom.
I peeked outside the door as Jacob was coming down the hallway. “I’m sorry. We’re almost ready.”
“No problem, Ms. Hubbard.”
“Are there many reporters downstairs?” I asked.
“There are more people than usual, but I don’t know if they’re reporters.”
“Let’s go,” Fin said as he came toward us. Offering his hand, he approached Jacob. “I’m Griffin Graham; thank you for your help, Jacob.”
Jacob’s eyes opened wide. “You’re Fin Graham.”
“I am.”
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“I’m certain,” I said, “you’ll keep our information confidential.”
“Yes, Ms. Hubbard.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting…” He turned toward the open door. “I’ll take you to the elevator.”
Fin grinned as he laid his hand in the small of my back. “He must not have an X account.”
“That makes one person.”
Chapter 11
Vee
There were reporters outside the football center’s front gate as I passed. Once again, a county sheriff’s car was present, directing traffic and allowing employees of the Coopers to enter.
“Vee,” Jen, my assistant, said as she saw me enter my front office, “you shouldn’t be here today.”
I feigned a smile. “I should. It’s where Dad would want me. I called an executive meeting for ten o’clock. Please be sure the Carroll Boardroom is available. And later, I’d like to meet with the coaches.”
