Page 70 of Boarded Hearts

What are you doing right now?

Just then my phone lights up with a picture message.

He’s standing in his hotel room bathroom, completely naked and fisting his thick hard cock. His dark, wavy hair tumbles over his eyes as he smiles at me in the reflection. It’s by far the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Yeah, not bad.

Would you rather I flexed for you, Angel?

Hmmm, I could take it or leave it.

I’d rather you took it.

That can be arranged.

I wish I was anywhere but in this office, and he was anywhere but in Nashville. I miss him.

“Is the sex with him as amazing as they say?” Kate shocks me from my daydream.

Gathering myself quickly, I pinch my fingers, drag them across my closed mouth, and throw away the imaginary key. “My lips are sealed. A girl doesn’t kiss and tell.”

“Well, I think you’re doing womankind a disservice by not sharing the wonders of Jon Morgan in bed with us,” Kate responds, picking up her coffee mug to take a sip. “Wait, you look a little flushed, babe.” She smiles knowingly at my phone still in my hand. “Were you just texting him?”

“Nope,” I say, popping the p and desperately trying to look unaffected.

“Oh my god, you were, weren’t you? You were just sexting him in the middle of the office.”

I roll my eyes as if that’s the most preposterous thing I’ve ever heard. “Walk with me?” I say, motioning to the kitchenette with my head. I pick up my empty cup and make my way over and away from the eavesdroppers. Discussing my sex life in the middle of the office is not top of my priority list, even if sexting is.

Once safely inside the private kitchenette, I flip the coffee maker on and turn to Kate. “So, we haven’t actually slept together yet.”

Kate fights, really hard, to swallow her coffee and save me from wearing it. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you correctly. You say he hasn’t fucked you yet?”

I roll my eyes, glancing through the archway to the main office. “Speak up a little, babe; I don’t think Mark heard you on the tenth floor.”

“Eh heh,” she mocks, “but seriously, you haven’t done anything with him yet? Jesus, woman, you’ve been seeing him for months.”

Her assumption about our relationship timeline isn’t exactly true, but I let that slide. “We’ve…done things.”

“Thank God for that. I thought you were trying to tell me you hadn’t touched him yet or something equally crazy.”

I flush slightly, bringing the steaming cup to my lips and burning them. “Technically he’s touched me, but I’ve yet to touch him.” But boy does he have a dirty mouth.

“I have no words other than to say this is a travesty on behalf of all women. Have you seen your boyfriend’s body?”

Yes, multiple times, the last time being around three minutes ago in a hotel mirror, palming his rock-hard cock.

I flip my mind back to her question. “Every time I try to touch him or return the favor, he tells me no and that it’s all about me.”

“Is he for real? Like, did you discover some magic formula to make book boyfriends a reality or something? Damn, girl.” Kate drains the rest of her coffee and shakes her head. “Don’t let this one go.”

I have no plans of letting him go. But it doesn’t matter how much Jon shows me what I mean to him; I still find myself waiting for it to go wrong. For him to wake up and realize he could have so much more—a supermodel, famous actress, hell, even Taylor Swift would probably date him in a heartbeat. It all seems too good to be true. Yet somehow, I can’t help but ride this blissful wave, even if I know at the end that my heart will likely drown.

JON

It’s eleven at night when our team plane finally touches down in Seattle.

Two weeks of grueling games ended with a three-to-nothing win over the Nashville Storm. Overall, I played well. Four wins out of five leaves us second in the league, and although the season is still far from over, we’re in a strong position to challenge for a playoff spot. It’s a big turnaround from a few weeks ago when I was hauled into Coach’s office and told to take a step away and get my head screwed on straight. Since then, my game has improved. I’m not at my best, but the GM seems satisfied, meaning I’m not likely to be traded anytime soon.

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