Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I jolt as a barrage of erotic memories surge through me. “It wasn’t a night. More like an incredible half hour.”
He leans forward in his chair. Elbows to his knees, he clasps his hands. “Thought I’d come by and see if you’d let me bend you over that desk again.”
Good God, but the thought causes my legs to squeeze together to quell the ache. My voice quivers. “That’s not going to happen again.”
I can tell by his expression that’s exactly the response he expected. His lips curve upward. “But you want to, don’t you?”
Flushing with desire and frustration, I nod. “Yeah… I do. But we can’t.”
“Why can’t we?” he asks, head tipped in curiosity. “There are no written rules. I checked.”
My jaw drops in surprise that he’d take the time to look at our human resources material. “No, but I’m pretty sure as the team owner, being fucked by a player in my office during business hours isn’t really the professional vibe I am trying to maintain.”
Drake laughs and waves his hand. “Fucking you in your office aside, I’m still not sure what the problem is.”
“Because there’s a level of impropriety for an owner to date a player. It will look like you’re getting special allowances.”
“Sleeping with the boss to work my way up the ladder, huh?”
“Well, no,” I admit slowly. “You’re kind of at the top of the ladder already.”
“I’m getting paid more money than the other players.”
“Exactly. You are getting paid a lot, and people will think it’s because of me.”
“But my contract was ironed out well before I even kissed you, although I had dirty thoughts about you well before then.”
“You did?” I ask, my eyebrows rising and my belly flipping. I thought he couldn’t stand me.
“From that very first meeting. You pissed me off so much I knew what I wanted to put in your mouth to get you to shut up.”
A lesser woman would be offended. But I’ve got a solid and healthy ego, not to mention I like having him in my mouth very much. I think it’s cute that he thought of me in that way, even though we were both rotten to each other that day.
“Look,” I say, waving a hand between us, “it doesn’t matter if we didn’t do anything wrong, the media will spin it that way. You know more than anyone that negative press sells.”
“And I hate the fucking press. Bunch of vultures never get it right.”
This is definitely not a conversation I ever thought we’d have, and it’s more than confusing. I almost wish he’d go back to wanting to bend me over the desk. The risk of getting caught might be preferable.
“Why are you asking these questions? Are you saying you want to date me?”
Drake’s chin pulls inward, his eyes wide with shock. “Of course, I don’t want to date you. No offense, but I don’t want to date anyone. I’m not looking for a relationship.”
That shouldn’t hurt. Even though anything more than a casual, secretive fling isn’t possible, it stings that he wouldn’t want something deeper with me.
Drake rises from his chair, and I think it’s to leave, but instead he prowls around my desk. “But there are so many things I want to do to you.”
“Like what?” I tip my head back to look at him. His expression says he’d like to eat me up.
Bending at the waist, he places a hand on the desk and the other on the back of my chair. His face hovers over mine, and his voice sounds like his throat is coated in gravel. “Definitely want to fuck you on this desk again. Maybe I’d sit in that fancy chair of yours and put you on your knees before me.”
A shudder ripples through me. I would love either of those scenarios.
His hand on the chair shifts, and he drags a finger over my shoulder, bending in a little closer. “Or maybe I should just splay you out on the desk and lick your pussy until you come over and over again. I definitely enjoyed that the first time.”
I practically wheeze at the image, and my panties are embarrassingly wet just from his filthy words. He hasn’t even touched me yet, other than my shoulder, but I know I’ll let him. In mere seconds, he’s seduced me, and I’m ready to take the risk.
“Brienne,” Jenna says as she walks through my door, looking at a folder in her hand. Her gaze lifts, lands on Drake and me, and it couldn’t be more obvious we were having a very intimate conversation.
I push my chair away from him in a blitz of panic, but Drake isn’t fazed at all. He straightens slowly, a lazy smile on his face.
“Oh my God,” Jenna exclaims, clutching the folder to her chest. “I’m so sorry to interrupt. You didn’t have anything on your calendar. I would have never—”