Page 125 of Hard to Handle

“Covered being the operative word there,” I say as I hold them with both hands to show how small they are.

“I wouldn’t complain to see how they cover you.” He quirks an eyebrow, and I roll my eyes. “Now there’s no excuse why you can’t wear Jacks gear to the next game.”

“And I told you I only wear it after a team wins.” I toss the thong back in the box and shake my head at the gear. “Besides, why are you pushing this? I thought athletes were superstitious and never liked to jinx anything.”

“We are . . . but sometimes when you feel something in your bones, you just know that no amount of superstition is going to mess with your game.”

“Getting cocky now, are we?”

He takes a step toward me and grabs his crotch. “Why yes, I have a cock.”

“Jesus.” I push against his chest and roll my eyes, but can’t say it’s not a hot sight. “Besides, a lot of players would disagree with you.”

“I’m not a lot of players.” He leans in and presses a kiss to my lips that is unexpected and heartfelt and stokes those fires he’s damn good at sparking to life.

“Thank you for the gear, Mr. Maddox, but while you might not be superstitious, I, for the record, am.” I wink and trail my fingernail down the midline of his chest. “Only after you win.”

“Whatever.” He exhales dramatically. “After we win, I’ll make you wear them every day for a week.”

“A week?”

“A week. And especially those panties.”

I smile. “Deal.”

He kisses me again, his hands wandering to places I want him to not let go of. Everything about the moment is perfectly right.

The Jacks are up in the series three games to two.

The game may be at the opponent’s arena, but it’s only a few hours away so I’ve been able to make every game.

Jonah’s gotten the all-clear and will be at the game tonight.

I love Hunter Maddox.

How does it not get better than that?

“So I’ll see you there?” he asks when he leans back.

“Wild horses wouldn’t be able to drag me away.” I squeeze his hand, glad he’ll have this time tonight to be with his team and see his family before the big game six tomorrow. “And I just might have something for you too.”

“Me?”

“Yep,” I say with a nod as I walk over to grab the legal-sized manila envelope sitting on the counter.

“What’s this?”

“You have to wait to open it.”

“Why?” he asks.

“Because it’s a surprise and if you don’t like it, I don’t want to see your expression.” I laugh, my words partially true.

“It’s that bad?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Okay, if I have to wait to open this, you have to promise me to personally go through this entire box until you find the surprise I left you.”