Page 12 of Virgin Pass

“What’s wrong?” he asks, hopping off the table, and I shake my head, reaching up to smooth my hair back.

“There’s nothing wrong,” I assure him, but he’s already turning to the trainer.

“Anyone using that?” he demands, pointing to one of the exam rooms.

“Uh—well, no,” the flustered trainer says, and Austin stalks over to the door and yanks it open. Inside there’s a drawer unit, an exam table, and a white board, nothing more.

“This’ll only take a minute,” he says as the trainer stares at us. “I’d appreciate a word with my agent in private. Lori?”

Completely bemused, I nod, then walk past Austin into the training room, hearing him slip in behind me and shut the door.

Then, barely before I can turn around, he’s on me.

Pushing me up against the wall, Austin leans close, devouring my mouth with his before pulling back. “What’s wrong?” he demands.

“Nothing,” I gasp. Careful to avoid his taped-up arm, I reach up and pull Austin’s head toward me roughly, kissing him again as I tangle my fingers in his hair. I groan with need as he reaches for me, his hands encircling my waist as he flattens me against his body. I can feel the heat of his chest through my thin shirt and curse my decision to wear khakis today instead of an easy-access skirt.

Then again, I hadn’t expected to throw myself at my client in public.

Reality crashes over me, and I try to jerk back, but Austin laughs against my mouth, as if he can read me as perfectly as a rookie defensive line. “Oh no, you don’t,” he breathes, his lips tracing a scorching trail up my jaw. “First you tell me what’s upset my angel.”

“It’s nothing,” I say automatically, then bite my lip as Austin leans back again, staring at me. In this position, I can feel his thick shaft, and I can’t help my deep-throated moan as he rubs suggestively against me. There’s no way we can have sex in the training center, but all I want to do is feel this beautiful man inside me once more, filling me up.

“You’re mine,” he says, his hands drifting down to squeeze my ass. “It’s my job to keep you happy and to end anyone who gets in the way of me doing my job. Now, one more time. What’s got my girl ready to rip out someone’s jugular with her bare, delicate hands? Who do I have to kill?”

“My dad,” I mutter, gritting my teeth. It sounds absolutely stupid, saying it that way. “He doesn’t take me seriously. He never has.”

“That’s not his job,” Austin chuckles, leaning down to brush his lips against mine when I draw a breath to protest. “You’re not his daughter when you’re on the field or around his players. Separate the two. You can be his daughter on holidays and the occasional Sunday dinner with the folks. The rest of the time, you’re my lucky angel. Mine. You are here to keep his veteran QB focused on the prize.” He cups my backside and squeezes. “You, angel, are my prize. You keep me happy, which you do just by breathing, and I’ll keep him happy.”

“Yeah, I guess,” I grumble. “I can’t ever seem to please him anymore.”

“Does my angel need a reminder who she’s really here to please?” He kisses me more thoroughly, urgently, and I feel his fingers slide around to my waistband, thumbing the button open.

My heart practically seizes. “Austin, we can’t do anything here. We don’t have the time—someone could come in at any second!”

“Oh, I think you’ll find I handle the ball really well under pressure, just check my stats,” he murmurs and leans me back against the table, quickly sliding my pants down. “Now, open those legs and let me return that beautiful smile to your face. I need to drink up all that luck drenching your pussy. Then I’ll go back out and do my job.”

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