And again.
The rhythm was as perfect as she was and within a few seconds, her entire body stiffened as she flew into a beautiful climax.
I threw my head back, keeping my rhythm slow and even as she enjoyed the throes of our passion.
“Yes. Yes. Yes…” Maybe she knew what she was doing to me. Maybe she didn’t.
Whatever the case, I held on as long as possible. When it became apparent I was losing it, I pulled her up from the table, wrapping my arms across her chest. Her body molded into mine perfectly, the moment as sweet as it was savage.
When I was lucky enough to erupt deep inside, my wolf made his presence known again.
And he was pissed that I’d refused to release him.
CHAPTER 13
Steven
A meeting with public relations.
It was like I was being summoned to the principal’s office.
I’d gotten the call early in the morning. I’d barely gone to sleep after returning home from a wild and wonderful night when I’d been summoned to the team’s set of offices.
Instead of going through the arena’s entrance, I parked around to the side in hopes of avoiding any press. At least there hadn’t been any paparazzi parked outside Tony’s place. I had a feeling if there had been, he would have tossed my shit on the street by now.
Today had been my only day off for a while, which is one reason why being summoned to a meeting didn’t thrill me.
Especially since I had a new group of people eager and ready to tell me all the things I did wrong on social media. I’d posted a couple of innocuous pictures I’d found, trying to avoid anythingremotely sexual. But the comments hadn’t stopped when I’d left Philly.
Some were nice.
Some were not so nice.
Now, a few Tampa residents had decided to make destroying my reputation a quick and easy game for themselves.
The truth was I couldn’t give a shit about Facebook and Instagram. I’d had an account for years and had a few followers, but I’d never really cultivated the environment. I’d been too busy playing the game.
I’d barely managed to grab a shower before leaving the house. With my hair wet and wearing a winkled pair of jeans and a tee shirt, I knew I looked a sorry sight, but I hadn’t even taken the time to hang up my clothes. Now, why bother? I’d just need to pack them once again.
“There you are.” The assistant coach was almost as gruff as Coach Braxton, but he’d come up through the ranks over the years and knew what it felt like to be a player caught in a crossfire. He’d been forced to step down from a prominent position a decade before after being caught in bed with the wife of the team’s owner.
I remembered the scandal, something my father had used as a teaching mechanism. Don’t fuck around. His three words. At least they were ones I remembered.
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“Rough night?” he asked as he motioned me toward his office.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” The way he was looking at me meant it was possible one of the team members had seen me with Christine. If anyone talked, I’d kick their ass.
“Get some coffee.”
“Does that mean I’m going to need it, Coach Parker?”
“First of all, call me Bobby, for God’s sake. My father is still a coach and he wouldn’t like it if I was confused with him. You don’t know Ansley yet. She’s tough. And there might be a bit of a crisis.”
“Crisis? What does that mean?”
He scratched his beard, more stressed than I’d seen him before. “Let’s allow Ansley to handle this.”
