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He’s pushed me into what is clearly an empty meeting room just down the hall from the locker room.

“Julian,” I gasp, my heart racing so fast it feels like a trapped bird against my ribs. “What are you doing? What if someone walks in…”

“Hadley.”

His gravelly voice cuts straight through my panicked ramble.

Julian steps even closer, trapping me between his massive frame and the solid wood of the door at my back.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he growls, cutting me off. His tone is low and rough. It sends a shiver up my spine.

My voice is shaky. “What do you mean?”

He steps closer, closing the space between us.

“That jersey,” he hisses. “Seeing you in it…”

He exhales sharply, scrubbing a hand over his mouth.

“It’s driving me insane.”

A small whimper slips past my lips.

“Julian…”

Julian lets out a low, rough growl, and before I realize what he’s doing, he drops his head, burying his face into the crook of my neck. The heavy, searing heat of his skin against my bare collarbone makes my entire body shudder. His damp curls brush against my jaw, and he breathes me in, his broad shoulders shaking.

“I’ve been trying to ignore it,” he continues as if I hadn’t spoken. “Trying to play, to focus, and all I can think about is you.”

His head lifts for a moment, gaze sweeping over my body. I feel his eyes like a caress. A sudden, heavy wave of heat pools deep between my thighs, pulsing with a sharp ache that makes me involuntarily press my legs together. I don't even fully understand what my body is doing, but it feels like a fuse has been lit deep inside me. He snaps his eyes back to mine.

He doesn’t say anything. Just stands there, crowding me against the door. As he looks down at his gold number eighteen stretched across my frame, I see the raw, untamed hunger flashing in his gaze.

The sheer intensity of it should terrify me. Instead, the heavy, pooling heat between my thighs only deepens. I feel the rigid grasp of his large hands soften against my shoulders, his calloused thumbs trembling against my skin as if he’s fighting the urge to break his own restraint. This is my chance to let him know I want him the way he wants me.

“You want me?” I whisper. My voice is small, but it doesn't waver.

Julian freezes. He pauses, his entire massive frame locking up as he stares down at me, his mouth parting in stunned silence.

“Take me,” I breathe.

Julian lets out a sharp, ragged sound, his control shattering right before my eyes.

He moves before I register what’s happening. His hand comes up to my jaw, steadying me as his mouth crashes down onto mine. The kiss is intense and bruising. His tongue invades my mouth, tangling with mine, and stealing all sense of reason and decorum from my head. I grip his jersey, pulling him closer until we’re pressed flush against each other. The feel of his big, hard body against mine has my pussy flooding my panties, and I start to ache so badly between my legs, I want nothing more than to grind myself against him to relieve the pressure.

I’ve never experienced anything like this before. Not just being kissed, but with such an all-consuming, mind-numbing intensity. I’ve never felt this type of burning lust before, and it’s both overwhelming and intoxicating.

It feels so good…so right…

I lean into him, into the heat and the pressure and the way he feels like he’s barely holding himself back. A small moan escapes me before I can stop it. It’s soft and desperate, barely anything really, but it seems to snap Julian back to reality.

He freezes, then jerks back like he’s been burned.

The sudden loss of his body leaves me cold and filled with a yearning to get him back. I reach out to him, but he moves further away.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, shaking his head.

I blink, still pulling myself out of the haze. “What?”